If I do walk around
With my love for you,
Will you turn your head?
And stop ignoring me?
Like you did before,
Never giving a chance
To a guy who once liked you,
But now loves instead.
Please turn your head
Don't turn your back on me.
I hate to be ignored
There's only a year left,
Don't make me feel
As if I loved you,
For so long in vain.

Oh, how I ever do love you so!
Perhaps more I shall recognize...
Such a strong love for a young body,
As mine, a love of insanity
It's what I've been waiting for; true love.

Your love I yearn for,
A kiss from thine lips
And your warmest heart,
Beating to my own.

Through my crystal cradle of life
Does the light shine,
Yet in the shadow of darkness,
Appears the black light and shatters
My precious crystal cradle of life.
Losing what thought mine,
A reality check deemed heartless,
Sprouting an insanity of what to me matters.

Of thine crystal cradle of life
The ground meeting knees
Rampaging to gather lost shards
Uncaring of the blood-stained grass
To know my crystal cradle of life
A crystal collection disease
Of which defying all my guards
Just to comprehend my blood dripping glass.

A doll tossed around.
In a world of fantasy
For twelve moons of love.

Then loudly ****** back,
In another world unnoticed
Spying my ****** pearl dove.

Lost back in reality
Rambling headless amiss
For the upper hand above.

Souls lying on the ground saturated
Of anguish, hurt, lovelessness, or more.
Thanking God one especially matter,
In which agony never brooded blood or gore
From its own existence.  In my eyes though,
Wishing to take pain unto my core
Because a bit more than what's there
Never really matters if it knocks on my door.

Do dwell on the past pain,
It's part of the game
To plan for the future.

Lives are changing,
But the world remains the same
It's mass confusion
Unless we play the game.

Win or lose
They're all just the same
Except for Order
Within the Engine Brain

There sifts sands in the hourglass
A mended old antique
On the darkness stands the strong
And in the light of the weak

Within the common parallax
There's a universal truth
Which exclusively discovered,
When we're fresh and in our youth.

We are the future...
Understand,
While you Can.

He dances with dames and dresses all
Donning the tuxedo to shame the penguin
Whisping in mystery in coattails around.
He's the talk of tycoons, bumble of business
His scalp itches with flakes of gold.

Above his pristine he is true genuine
Motives pure with a smile of pearls
His benign benevolence abounding in love
A voice of warmth, soothing and true
Many a hand will lie upon his chest.

And even upon conclusion of clamber,
This mask remain affixed upon him.
Jealousy overwhelmed the raccoon at sight,
For the drive of desire for his mask
Runs parallel to seeking honor of a medal.

Yet when the moon is nigh at repose
This masked man, the valiant benefactor,
Dares to die and dance with the devil
And be consumed with torment in dreams
Waking to don the mask, hiding again.