1.

An escape beckons,
A slow and dark reunion,
It's calling me once more,
The chains have been broken.

2.

The savage stands upon the distant mound,
A bearded smile, a laughing frown,
And from the peyote trance comes the ancient dance,
Heads on fire!
Transparent funeral pyre.
And so begins the long, slow and frightening fall into divine madness.

3.

How good it is to be back among the insane,
The oceans of hallucinations running amok inside my brain,
The subconscious dweller has returned,
Relighting the quiet inferno,
The songs of ambience ooze from every flame,
Expanding paranoid thought,
Bequeathing forgotten demons,
From the shadows back into the game.
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I hate the way you stare at me with ever changing eyes,
I loath the way you push and pull ignoring all my cries,
I envy all you have, you take, you feel and mostly love,
I distress the kind of game you play when all you do is shove,

I hope you find that someone close and hope you’re happy too,
But mostly I hope they do exactly what to me you do,
You play a sick and twisted messed up version in your mind,
Tying all the pieces up for all of us to find,

The scorned unhappy miscreants that hollowed out your soul,  
We fought and played with every singly breath were told to hold,
And so we slowly fade away I am sure that’s what you want,
Ignore us and we’ll go away the missing do not taunt,

And so we crawl with all distorted limbs and bleeding eyes,
To haunt the one creator who, and still, ignores our cries.

Paper looks so much better
with ink bleeding through the seams

thoughts written down
to be crumpled up and thrown away

objects to be traded
only to fall inside the couch

making checks and bills
destroying lives and souls

words that can't be spoken
feelings that will never be heard

to be recycled
and forgotten

She's a broken angel
floating over the sea
she's waiting
waiting to be free
free from broken hearts
and broken lives

she's a broken angel
looking for a key
she's really not sure
where it could be
she's tired of lost hopes
and lost dreams

she's a broken angel
with no place to be
she lives amongst you and me
she wants to find her place
a place she can call her own

she needs to feel like a person
without a fear
she has some requests
which she needs to feel complete

she's a broken angel
floating over the sea
she's waiting
waiting to be free.

A slave to hate is free from love,
a slave to mediocrity- free from passion.

A slave to confinement is free from wandering,
a slave to blindness- free from seeing.

We are all slaves,
all free,
all a contradiction.

Come dream with me my love,
Feel what it's like to be young and alive once again.

I know there are dragons and fire and chains,
and the tower you're in has become home and you feel safe in there.

But it's still a prison that holds you,
and I know how you cry through the lonely nights,
and I know all your princes deserted you,
and I know that hope has laid you bare.

How I long to fight for you.

I know I'm only a poor boy,
and I have all my own demons still to face.

But I want to build you a castle of comfort,
a free place where you can wake up to my smile.

I hate the scars they've left on your heart,
and the way the crushed your wings.

I know your strenght is weak my love,
I just need you to say yes and to take my hand.