There resides here a soul named Often
No more fitting a name could it be
For so often does Often find solace
In the darkness which has him besieged
For although the emotion is torture
There is something his pain cannot hide
There is depth to a soul brought down to its knees
When the hope still within will not die

He’s journeyed each night through the hours
For in sleep, he is slave to the dark
The light founds him restless and weary
Though they both find him tortured of heart
Yet, his passions continue to drive him
To find beauty in madness and pain
For the darkness brings light to the blinded of sight
And the knowledge the fight’s not in vain

Two fires rage within him
One disease, and one the cure
Together, they devour him alive
His strength, as well as weakness
Both ensuring what’s in store
Through the never
Neither severing their ties
Two forces bound within him
Light and Shadow
Thin as air
Each one desiring to claim him
When he’s lost and unaware
In their torment, they destroy him
In their thirst, he has been drained
His hunger now cries out
But in his heart, love still remains

In movements made of whisper
With the grace of broken dreams
He walks amidst the barely living
Wondering when he’ll finally die
Be it emptiness or madness
Be it ecstasy or pain
It’s all the same when his forever bides its time
For the desire within him grows
As every victory takes its toll
But even so, he tends to hold
To every hope that brings him pain
Most times failure feels to be the only truth he’s ever known
But deep within his heart, love still remains

No prophecy is written of the shadows being slain
So the war against the dark goes ever on
We can cast out all our demons
But there surely will be more
Even though each night bows down before the dawn
The light can’t always conquer every shade that rests inside
Some will thrive despite the darkness or the day
They can rob of us of our reason
They can rob us of our rhyme
‘Til the fire that once burned brightly slowly fades

Every hero can grow weary when the battle takes its toll
But even villains sometimes dare to save the day
It’s our choices that define us
Not our past or where we’re from
For each one of us, at some point, lost our way
We are sinners judging sinners who sin differently than we
Even though we all have demons of our own
It shouldn’t be religion that should teach us right from wrong
But the heart to show respect as we’d want shown

Intentions bear their witness to the folly of us all
They neither slow nor hasten our demise
It’s not when we stop breathing that the Reaper’s blade will fall
It’s when we cease to live before our time
It’s every little thing we can’t forgive us of ourselves
And every time we lie and say “I’m fine…”
In every pain we bury ‘til our hearts are overwhelmed
In every bitter tear of which we cry
It’s every time we sacrifice a piece of who we are
For love that isn’t mutual and true
It’s every good intention we believe with all our heart
Which later proves the worst thing we could do
Each time, it feels as if part of us dies
Until we hate the person we’ve become
While raging deep within remains the self we’ve always been
Still crying out to see the battle won
We intend to do the right thing every next time as they come
But if we’re fine, then why are we so sad?
If we intend to free ourselves of hurting ‘til we’re numb
Can we ever make the good outweigh the bad?

Indefinite, the infinate
Forever hides no lies
Whether passing in a moment
Quaking eons in demise
Or drawn out upon each lifetime
We have yet to fully live
Every chance could be the right time
If the take reflects the give

Behold, the sacred nature of insanity
Oh, how we burn in the fires we feed
Hoping one day that things will be different
Yet denying they ever will be

No amount of emptiness can express how alone we are
When we fall too far and there feels no end in sight
Giving everything we have to feel the faintest spark
Lighting up the dark just to make it through the night
No amount of words can express or profess our broken hearts
As we fall apart when it all still feels so right
We bury every ounce of pain
All in vain, for it loves the dark
It’s never very far
But, neither is the light