Every night nearly,
I've wished to hold you dearly.
And every morning at three,
Your memory creeps up on me.
But fear not, dear,
We weep long into the night when no one can hear.
****** hearts aren't beneath us,
In the absence of truth plus
The trust
And the lust
And consumed by fire
We are put on the pyre.

How can I admit that
I've been lonely all this time?
Trying to forget your face
When it's burned into my mind.
How could I have known
I'd be unable to let you go?
So tell me then, please,
Is your heart really made of stone?

I wish I had amnesia
Retrograde at least
I know it's strong,
But it won't be long
Till I'm falling to my knees.
The ghost of you surrounds me,
And in darkness I’m engulfed.
You mean so much more to me
Than the moon to a wolf.

I don't know how to say I'm sorry
So would you accept my beating heart instead?
I know it's not worth much right now,
But it soon will be in the end
If I could hold you one more time it's all I'd ever need
To get me through until my heart stops beating
Maybe tomorrow, maybe today,
I need to clear my agenda anyway.

Congratulations to the angel that broke my heart,
He knew what he was doing but regardless carried on.
Merciless, overrated,
Love is just a knife, serrated
Ripping and tearing until there's nothing left,
Flesh and bone and soul and heart,
We used to joke and laugh and even bet
About who loved who more
And now we're just friends.

Wander in this softest subject
Your curious mind and questioning words
Meander along until you find what you seek
And keep your goal in mind
Never forget that what you're looking for
Is not so far away;
And every word you speak is gallivanting
Through a thick brush of thought.
As you make your way forward
And get deeper and deeper,
Explore the inner thoughts
Of every empty moment before you.
Every inner mind,
Every winding road
Takes you to a new place,
A haven within every depth of your most encompassing memory.

Great satellite, up in the sky,
We see you watching over us.
Imploring our evil natures
And luring demons out of our empty souls.
Ask not for possessions and triumph soon follows.
Wonder only if this 'protection' is worth the oppression.
Rise against the satellite at will,
If you dare be seen by all who wander in the dark
But work 'under the sun.'
And when the sky burns red,
Product of flare and bomb,
Of homes against homes,
Remember that 'protection' was promised,
And oppression was not a price;
Never forget that your 'freedom' wasn't really free.
it came with a hidden fee:
Your life.