Broken castle a top a lonely hill
Every board is aging, rotted and frayed
The remains of frail memories will spill
Onto the dirt ground, once flourished I layed
The lights all flicker on and come to life
And the chandelier rises from the floor
The tune I danced with, when I was your wife
Dancing to the beat, open ballroom doors!
Theres a dark pulse of magic in the air
The years fall off my shoulders, I'm alive
I can picture you again standing there
I have been shocked so suddenly revived
And to take my last shaking dying breath
I can open my arms to you, and death

I have done things in your bed
Shameless wanton things
That make you moan
And when I close my eyes
I feel your sensuous lips
On my heated skin.
I call your name over and over
and still we want more.

Hard-headed peers bouncing brains off each other.
A symphony of organs blasts through the mess
that is your thoughts.
When hearts crash, love flashes by.
Only for a visit – leaving euphoria behind.

These eyes, those lips can never tell a lie.
Honesty doesn’t even exist in fairy tales.
I wonder why children miss out on the cornerstone of maximum life.
Treat this world like a game, and you’ll get played.

*** kicked to the ground,
with dirt as your only friend.
Remember this day as always the
day you shed your skin.

I have had to **** you dear

Deer in the forest
Woods of my life
It was the
Closest I'd ever been to love
A fleeting glimpse
Shadows about the grey tents
Words caught on a hook
That shouldn't have been spoke
Into the ears that we pierce
On the street below the balcony
Or something that was in the way

I'm tired of losing this battle
The enemy at the gates
Behind me is crying
Because I can't be saved

But,

I'm not afraid of the ghost
The ghost is not afraid of me
I am the ghost that you fear
You are the one
That I must ****, dear

I hate it
The days in between
The milestones
That have been carved
Out of my bones
I hate it

When the shade hits my back
When can we go home?

I'll phone your best friend and
Tell her that I've always loved you
But her image has since disappeared
I lost you, out in the wilderness
The memory is not so clear
Anymore

Why didn't you come back?
Was his flesh enough to fill the hole
In your little life?
The cut across my neck
Bleeds and pours and sings for more
Of the taste of rust (iron blood)
From the knife
I once gave you there

So why don't you just **** me off, dear?
Like a deer in the forest
Hiding in the woods of my lie
The creator Is nauseous
I drank too much last night

Insomnia goes hand in hand with amnesia
What was I talking about?
Again. . .