So i wake up to this beauteous morning,
Oh! This thought still enthralled me,
If only, I could still be dreaming,
But this is the truth and this is what you see.

I am, yet i am afraid, once again,
The song so beauteous, still sings,
O! I am enthralled, or am i just in vain,
Trying to be me, flying without wings?

This needs to be true, and, yes i shout.
O why! O why! IS this a deception?
I drink all the wine but it is still so loud,
Beside this heavenly wind, i owe a reunion?

O! She was the one who made me me,
Still i forgo the real taste of this wine,
Deceptive, she is, couldn’t i see???
Where i headed unreal and without a shine?

Maybe I am dreaming,
For so long, a wish so vile,
Oh! Despair in me, too screaming,
Like a long lost me all the while…

Maybe I am dreaming,
Silence are the words, you play.
Silent is my song now and every day.

Maybe there are left no words,
Silent even the portrait is,
Like a long dead knight, in arms and swords,
Fighting a long lost battle of pleas.

Maybe I am so dreaming,
That even, the wine taste so tasteless,
Like eyes so red, like a cry so whining,
For a wish, that too, so fathomless.

Maybe this is not my star,
Where fairies glide with a song so enchanting.
Crumbling, I am my love, yet so far,
O! Princess, you’re so piercing.

Maybe this is all just a dream,
Still I feel your fragrance around me,
It’s a futile divination, O! My princess,
Still you are, for me, so priceless.

Maybe I am just so dreaming,
For a long lost love, that I am longing,
But, how proud was ever Achilles,
To lose and die in the hands of Paris??

There's a mess inside my skull
& it's pouring from my finger tips

They told me it was metal,
but I didn't believe a word.
But now I find it's iron
of the strongest, finest kind.
Ah! Here is my little bellows,
I think I'll melt it down.

Religion brought me tea at noon,
And taught me how to pray,
To God, and birds, and indifferent moon
That holds the world at bay.

Heaven came to me disguised,
Beneath the heavy drone,
Of millions of silent prayers,
Pleading to be left alone.

I heard the cries of anguished souls,
Lamenting their fate,
For penance costs a heavy toll
To walk the narrow and straight.

I found my heart laid out to dry
Upon the chapel floor,
As saints and sinners passed it by,
Too busy to implore.

I paid my dues at Sunday mass,
And sold my soul last June,
Because infatuation with the past
Brings even the pure to ruin.

I heard the angels singing out
A sad and passionate song,
As the world shrunk back in pious doubt,
They continued on and on.

I fell into a rabbits hole,
Full of all that isn't,
I accepted Him to make me whole,
The most righteous kind of prison.