Go forth and catch a falling star,
Cup it tightly to your breast
Give to it your heart
And in return it will grant
The world and everything in it,
If you aren't afraid to lose
Everything you ever were.

That enticing future
Rife, with the hidden pains
Of everything
And nothing
All at the same time.
The emptiness
Of being so terribly full.

So go and catch a falling star,
Do it if you dare,
Clutch it to your beating breast
For those beats are your last
Before it takes away
All
And gives you truly nothing.

Bring to me a strong ***
By which my soul's sorrow will be forgot:
Filled with an ****** divine
So that Woman may be driven from my mind.
For I no longer want
This stream inspiring a heartly haunt,
That once flows will not stop
'Til my heart's blood drains to its last drop,
And so drained, then breaks.
Leaves me with an art held for its own sake.
So bring me forth this draught,
Deepest as ever one from Lethe quaffed.
From my broken heart charm
This fair Image of the earth's Fairest Form
That ever my heart has held,
That ever my reveling heart has swelled.

Alas, seems never shall be
My mind's eye, my heart, my soul ever free
Of this tort'rous torment.
Left with naught to do, only lament.
Away I cannot chase
The mind numbing beauty of her face.
'Tis all in vain it seems
For such a draught appears only in my dreams.
My sight did so invest,
Bringing damning pain abreast.
No longer can delight
Be brought forth from sights seen in any light.

Had she only known how
My heart, once free, only beat for her now
And with but a smile
Assuaged that murd'rous pain but for a while
I would then know relief,
That most bittersweet pain, the "joy of grief."

Oh the ponderous musings of the truly insane,
When art for arts sake
Takes the place of rationale and reason,
Drowning itself in creativity.
The thoughts and dreams that take flight
To new heights, never before seen,
Calling forth a new self,
Both brighter and darker than before,
In which, recreation as a whole is inevitable.
It is by that insanity
That we who are so are made whole
And put the world to our blade,
Calling forth naught but the greatest greatness
Never satisfied with but the thought
But made alive through the craft.
Oh the ponderous pondering of the truly mad,
Our wings insanity.
Our breath creativity.
Only then are we truly alive.

Something happened,
When we first met,
Something happened to us,
I mean.
It never stopped happening either,
Simply changed each and every day
Into something new,
Something so curiously wonderful,
That we,
Neither of us, could explain.
Something happened to us,
That day we first met,
And it hasn't stopped since.

I used to wonder to myself
As I would watch the world turn
On its axis
Whether or not
It was leaving me here
To fester and rot and die
Leaving me alone forever.

But now,
The world is turning to quickly
And I am being taken along
On the ride I always desired,
Yet it is nothing I hoped for,
For its all too fast
And I cannot enjoy it.

She took me away to elfin grotto,
For there I'd fall in love
And kiss her wild, wild eyes,
As we danced and fancied in the rains
That washed down from the fat clouds above.
She'd sing to me there,
A song of fierce joy,
Full of the frenetic laughter of infatuation,
Yet at the same time,
Permeated by a deep sadness,
For she, faery's childe,
Would love me for naught but a night,
Though I die of old age.
I listen to her sing
And dance, wildly loving her
With the brightly fierce love of youth,
Love that burns quickly, so quickly
Because it cannot last,
And so shines all the brighter because of it.
She took me away to elfin grotto,
For there I would fall in love.

Stale smoke from endless cigarettes
Hangs softly in the rafters,
Gently billowing around the beams
As the barkeep pours another draft.
Its the same old tired crowd
Drowning their sorrows in their glasses.
I join the dilapidated throng,
Looking to find solace in the drink,
Though it has never come before.
It is a Catch-22, inescapable,
In every way possible.
Drink to forget,
Only to remember again tomorrow.
I stick to the ritual,
For it is the only thing I know.
As the days  drag on,
They become clouded like the rafters,
Stale smoke blurring everything,
Cold drafts blurring everything,
And I stick to the ritual,
For its the only thing I know.
Night after night I shuffle in,
Forgetting night after night.
Am I even alive...
I stick to the ritual,
For its everything I have ever known.