Kindness is a habit I don't look forward to
and beauty is silence, absolute zero
the end of all time, where all things go
in the spec of decay, a swirl of emptiness
the eventual horizon swallow

Ageless eternal, endless divine soul
Needless infernal, shell of my whole

Wasteful demeanor, this humane toll
Scripted existing, money your sold

Watchful learning, boxed head control
teaching yearning, do what your told

Hearing preaching, god what you know?
Missing fearing, my temple cold

on the way down, digging my soul
feeling I'm sold, alone I'm buried
dancing the grave, these bones so weary
On the way up, slave ordinary

Image deception, mask on my soul
Wearing decision, not of our own

Crafted precision, life for a stone
Statue, prison, lies from the throne

Human shifting, truth never known
Living breathing, life over thrown

Serving willing, price of the tame
freedom giving, all threat remains

on the way down, digging my soul
feeling I'm sold, alone I'm buried
dancing the grave, these bones so weary
On the way up, slave ordinar

You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see

The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die

In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap

You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see

The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die

In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap

Miss you winter, your fall against my earth
The skin I wear, against her body
Your white blanket, a shield of purity
From winter’s breadth, that fresh surest

Missed the winter, where I was young
Felt your sorrow, it stilled my tongue
Now that you're gone, I feel so cold
My body frozen, the ice so clear

To sleep the idle body, where nature sleeps
to drift the absence, to drift obscene
Still remain, shapes in darkness, Shapes of memory
to sleep in idle, the idle body

From soft whispers, comes a gentle breeze
your winds of wisdom, I can't redeem
Those frozen hands, that strip me clean
her ageless journey, is the best of me

I sit alone, in winters mirror
on the edge, in silent tears
like shattered glass, those fragments dear
That winter year, she held me here

Content the ponderous architect who smiles
Imagination had more motivations then him
The strings moving life within veins of digress
Each pouring through the dregs of consciousness

The darkness of warmth - I found it still
Moving within were small efforts of living
Like a womb, its safety swallowed me
Trapped without panic - the comfort somehow simmering

Inside were wondrous things and many dreams
where their outside never lived and deceived
In this place of ideas, they all stood with me
Those glorious visions who never find escape

River of mind - can't think, can't hear
Don't know why, why it's there...

Am I cursed, am I hollow?
Or are you, just as shallow? (just my shadow?)

I can see, I was wrong
And the change, felt near my side

The mirror inside my mind, the window I hide behind
Lurking near my side, a friend of many tears
And through all these scars, these were truthful years
But deep inside of me, I fear this shadow

River of mind, your repeating tones
Such varied colors, expressing lies

Are you certain, you're hurting?
Or are you, just a shadow?

You seem to care, of what I fear
what has happened ~ to this river of mine?

The demons I've swallowed, I taste their filth inside
All the sins I follow ~ like an animal
Lurking near my side, a friend of many years
Through all these scars, these were truthful fears