There they rise, built on pain and misery,

Power house looming high, quite a sight to see.

Echoes of the past, screams of yesterday,

Watch Doom pass, too close, all die in its way.

Family standing tall,

Devils Evil calls;

Spread his word to all,

Or cursed you shall fall.



Madness marches forth in sin;

Nightmares come-again begin-

Worship, the blood flows for the glory of His name.

Usher, none who so called can ever be the same.

Denied destiny, non-submission by two,

False witness against what heir should do.

Now it has come to release,

End the blood line, time souls rest in peace.



HOUSE OF USHER

Lives on in stone.

HOUSE OF USHER

Its Evil secrets unknown.

HOUSE OF USHER

Won't fall till its rule

IS COMPLETE.



Penance for vicious crimes taunt and destroy the mind.

Senses burn inside on fire-a victim of time-

Too many weaknesses, the force is too strong.

It's a losing battle; none escape punishment of the wrong

Help, outsider tries.

Cracks can't break family ties.

Realizing the truth from the lies,

The curse fades but never dies.



Final screams, one is dead, the last is hunted.

No one will be left with dreams which are haunted.

Watch, the Devils house crumbles down.

To this day no trace can be found.

The stranger stands,

Alone looks out across the land;

The tale must be told

So none here after, the new age

Must never repeat the old.



HOUSE OF USHER

Its memory lingers alone.

HOUSE OF USHER

Its Evil secrets known.

HOUSE OF USHER

It’s moral

IS COMPLETE.

Painful sorrows

which dig within her, and I and us...

In savage reverence to just how much "fools" we are

to destroy what is good,

to intimidate what is meaningful;

to devastate one who comes just to save us and better our days,

while enlightening our shadowed lives.

Must we watch?

Must we relive this death?

It is to be what we must do,

and see,

and watch,

and hear, and feel...

as it comes around again

this...

this death of ourselves.

Glimpse the high ground

as it washes over you

in a flood of despair and self loathing.



Watch as it comes time to plea

for your life, for your own self pity

to pour forth from those around you as it does

from you almost constantly.



Hear them jeer and moan

as they dance the merry less dance

of your untimely death yet to come by non-humble ways and means.



What to do, what to do?

What remains to be done now?

Simply wash it all away

with your hopes and dreams sent where they may.



For within these, your last days,

engulfed shall become those things which might of tried and saved you

with a type of lack less luster you shall never again make shine.

A lost, a shattered, unsuspecting one

I was so alone

One summers night

A victim of her touch

A victim of her fire

She gave me no warning

But who was she?

Lost in a dream:

The wild wind was calling

My soul forever falling

I needed a love

So strong to hold me

So pure, like a lonesome dove-

Forever understanding



"I wanted her to take away the hurt

I wanted to hold her

I wanted to breath her

I wanted her scent to fill me

I wanted to look in her eyes

And know my reason for living..."



But what's left when it's gone?

A pain inside

I remember how it used to be

Holding the traces of memories-

It's only a step away

An empty page where there's no tomorrow

I feel the hands of sorrow:

Feels like twenty five days from home

A realization of not believing I'm alone.

Into the night so far from home

Traveling these barren plains

Always searching for a dream

Lost and never found.

You know one day you must succeed

But still you're never close enough

To touch the distance.



I can feel you there

Close to the goal I move away.

I can hear you calling

For sanctuary in the cold

But my reasons won't let me care

And with your pain I've had to suffer.



Rest now, you don't need to fear the darkness.

I'm here for you now, but don't stand in the light

Or you'll see what I know and find true meaning.

Then if you listen closely you might here them too,

Past memories screaming .

To remember, remember.



Don't listen-I am your master-

Don't believe-the lies you see-

Don't turn away-just keep feeding me lines

And let me learn to reach out to you

From behind my video screens.



Over, over-It's too late to change me-

Man/Machine-can't seem to remember

Which came first-leave it the way it must be-

I will survive-I live too-

And you will learn to accept

MASTER CONTROL



I'm not your slave!

You can't turn my emotions on and off!

-MY MIND IS REAL-

I can feel it's time, the rights subside

I am future, a new danger...danger...danger...

Lost wintry morning on a summers day

He awaits, Dark spectre hides his face from the burning sun.

His gaze, as if that of sightless eyes of a mindless child;

He stands atop ancient fortress, above stormy seas, unable to play.



Under arms below sadistic tower,

In this the castle of the olden one;

We've come so far to deliver all

From decadences' remains of our waste land Kingdom.

Now it seems to no end,

As mine eyes beheld the power,

I knew by Evil we would fall.



Beginning of end of journey,

All blackened across the paths

As expectation of liberation

Becomes expiration, cancellation.

Our strength no better than the sands which blow

Evermore against these walls.



Looking toward violent rays,

Burning as the Dark one casts his shadow

Over me.

Laughing, to live once more I embrace

The blackness of sin I see.



Pagan dreams-are false meanings-

The Master believes me just another fool.

Cold desire-is true meaning-

Through different shades of a fragile mind,

I walked across the barriers beyond which

No mortal ever came.



Doomed child, Blessed siege

(****** enigma) takes his life

As he calls out, the last, my name.

Feeling the wanting need

for revelations;

A drowning desire

opposed to the temptations

that saves us and protects us within its religious and non-vicious,

righteous remindings of home.

Carving, painting, striving against the grain-

that which lies within the wood,

that which calls from within and against us

to let stay misunderstood

these, the mysteries,

the salvations, the psalms

and prophetic verses

which try,

try to guide us,

to divinity.