An unquiet mind,
Toiling with thoughts,
Evil as the doom that lines the dusk.
And on your doorstep the devil waits,
Vicious words, way of the world
To taunt and hate.
So what does your devil look like?
Pain, disgrace or greed and shame?
Hatred boils, right to the core of the soul and heart.
Soldering iron, ablaze, red hot,
Imprinting a gene, an instinct sought.
And as the night creeps in, so does humankind
A curse, or so I believe, to wander the low land.
What you sow, so shall you reap,
And in heaven, will your judgment heap.
The way of the world to my unquiet mind
Shadows daring to seek out the wrath.
Pure evil, our hearts are dark,
And in this hour of the darkest night
Seek out the only light that shines within.

With the wind I fly to the ends of perception,
And in fields of sorrow I reap my shadows.
In the darkness I hide with the fear of tomorrow,
And in my sleep I forget who I really am.
Weathered roads that lead home,
Skies that foretell a bleak end of time.
In the storm, a dark night when stars fall,
In the midst of burning stars I see you cry.
Walking towards you, all I know is what I feel,
My eyes fixed on you, your existence in the midst of raging war.
All I know is that you are every bit of memory I hold close to heart.
Wake me up when the smoke clears and the skies are blue again.
When I hold your hand, and everything feels right,
When I look into your eyes, and there's no  more stories of hurt.
When our minds can dream and live the dream.

Do you remember from so long ago
the sweet taste of my love

Do you still remember my scent
when you said
it felt like home

Forget the 'I love you's' spoken now
and the time you kissed my mouth

Forget the broken look in my eyes
from the day you left

Lost to the chase, her hands bear the trade
Talking to walls, the closest to a conversation she's ever been in.
That's what this life presents,
Choices we cannot guarantee, to a crown of fallacies.
She was broken even before she could mend her shame
Her arms told stories where blades met to caress and tear.
Because its a broken world, broken records of life lie in the shade
She could swim against tides, she owned the waters she said,
Only to be found dead in a pool full of her own blood.