Lions are majestic
Or, I was told so
Once they were majestic
Rampant beasts in far-flung savannas
Mythic lords of the dark continent

I didn't hear the lion roar, not even once
Everyone was disappointed
Even our pet cat wasn't so lazy

What a joke the lion is!
Sleepy from doing nothing
Growing fat behind it's bars

A million fingers pointing at it
Waiting for the lion's pride
They all laugh, and the lion waits for dinner

In the dense, dark wood Pan is heard,

From the gravity of the darkness Pan runs naked.

Pan with his laughing mouth caught fire and drew the sun down from the sky

Pan had a hungry heart and ran with killers

Pan sounded his pipes through the dark wood

He called forth the whine of evil from the desperate earth

And wine suckled from the stillborn sea

Pan ran naked and Pan ran free

In the dense, dark wood Pan is heard

And now you can hear the trees tumble and the dark wood burn

Hey!

Do what's forbidden.
Who cares if you get caught?

You can laugh it off
(Satan laughs)

You can cry it off
(it takes strength to cry)

You can even smoke it off.
And who cares if they don't like you smoking?
*******, I say.

Don't hurt,
Don't get hurt,
Wouldn't have it any other way.

The tree with a hundred years goes
Fires, wreckage, wind and snows
And bears so well it can't be heard
Not by men, beast or bird

The tree gives as a giver should
It's beauty among us and faithful wood
And the tree, silent to our woes
Stands tall when after all else goes

And the tree with patience practiced as an art
Lives better than us without a heart

I wanna be your doll                                                                                                                                               You're alone                                                                                                                                                             We can be alone together



dead as the space between time I'm singing for my true love's kisses

they fill the air and sky

and only when I'm sleeping they come back

but they keep me angry

and I hear  no good sounds

but the trumpet calling out for my head

my body hung in a dead field

shunned even by the sinking sun

and thin black crows

I can't get back awake

I am insipid and my bones rust in the frigid wind

I yawn and midnight smiles for me

I feel the pressure of countless aeons

my death eclipsed by countless aeons

the weight of endless years

after my love slipped from my dying hands

Now I cry for no one

but howl back at myself

enraged at myself

for my feelings

left behind

a trail of blood

writing on the wall

that will not see the light of day

and scythes stuck in my whimpering chest

The nagging sleep claws into pink flesh begging it's death-like manner into a call to action

Biting cold with the death dream, fickle imagination setting fire to decency

And the little dreams dance about in your head, mad children lurking, orphaned-

Then the rattling of the rafters with the years behind,
Their black mess still lingering-
Feeding off the disease cast aside

Poor dream,
The ugly nightscape has been sobered up
The pangs were left in poverty

No I do not need your fetishes..
And the parasites flee

I could remember the song of your voice
Kisses held in the sun
And all that you signify
But not by choice
That's all undone
A glimmer in a stranger's eye

I belong now to no one
And no one belongs to me
But knowing now it's no salvation
To spend life truly free

You were love at last
Last love's first sight
Love belongs only to our past
Sundown before the night

It came and went
It was love for rent
The grass still green, the sky still blue
And in the end
I was just a friend
Someone you never knew