a Woman moaned in ecstasy
at Her own Self-Pleasure,
and out with it
came Star Dust
and Galaxies.

and so was Born the Universe.

There are places that exist,
empires that have been and will be,
Fear, Peace
Ambition, Want
Tragedy, Love...
they dig their vicious claws into the land
and savagely claim their territory.

And we, the lonely traveler, the nomad
merely wander through these nations
living under their rule and obeying their law
until we uproot ourselves,
unsatisfied with the ways of this realm
and greedily move to the next

Wanting, waiting, wishing
to find a land in which we are meant to dwell
so desperately trying to belong to fields,
Fields of Loss, or Gain
of Obsession, or Content

And we live and die in these foreign lands
no map to follow, no road to walk
nothing but the whisper of our hearts
tricking us to follow the curved path
the enchanted path that our heart says will lead to mystical objects,
Treasures of Fate and Destiny,
Riches of True Love, and Meant-to-Be

We live for moments as insignificant and fleeting as footprints in the sand dunes
barely able or wanting to recall when they were there, why they were there

Merchants and prophets belonging to empires of Desperation and Guile and Greed
selling maps that lead nowhere, talking in tongues understood by no one,
claiming to know who you are
claiming to know, of all things, where you belong, what land holds your name.
What land holds your name?

In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.

The words I said, the things I didn't do
cut scars in my soul

The way you speak, the air you breathe
are like diamonds next to coal

I regret, I regret, oh how I regret
that one little white lie

What she doesn't know couldn’t hurt her, but it hurt me
I felt as if I was slowly dying inside

I feel like an addict
It felt like a piece of heaven
but I'm slowly chipping away

Being close, so close, is like agony
but any farther is like hell

I feel like I'm upside down
There's no way for me to get back up

I'm scared, no, terrified
Because I think I like being stuck

If only, if only, if only you knew
how perfect you are in my eyes

Maybe, just maybe, then you would see
How hard it was for me to realize

You can't, could never, would never
feel for me

The way that I
Feel for you

Is it bad that I think, think,
think about the way the end will come.

That I see the water flood the streets,
that I feel the fire burn inside me.

I can hear the animals charging down
roads and fields, as the earth cracks and crumbles.
The tips of my fingers turn cold and blue
as my mind freezes over, and volcanoes boom
under our feet as we bring the world to its end.

The thing we fear arrives at last
and we are all to blame.
I put my heart in quarantine
as pestilence sweeps the land.

War tares us apart as we try to lower our guns,
but we are compelled to do
the things we hate as we attempt to pursue peace.
We run and run and run and run
in search of life that has been trampled by our feet.

The conflict in our midst becomes obvious
as the dust clears but does not disappear.
Our friends beside us grow feral and hostile
as long, ****** fangs are bared.

As the fog rises and the clouds black out the sun,
it becomes clear to me that the end has been here,
but has not taken us all.

And we wait and wonder who goes next
as our comrades turn to competitors.

Yes, we wait and wonder,
as we see the end has come,

but still, it is not here.