It was reddish with the sky all to white
a silent wind hushed the painted day sky
And forward I faced my back towards the night
and I soared with that warm wind ever so high

Up so high where I can breathe so clearly
Fleeing with the storm clouds drawing so near
I attempt to escape my hate hastily
The cleaver draws ever closer to my dear

Flying up to the man's neck with my shear
Without saying goodbye i take my stride
and quickly "He's dead, gone" i clearly hear
Again i take to the wind and the morning
I save time by changing and taking sides

I hope to get home swift before scorning
And go join in the day break aborning

Every rose
Has at least one thorn
On it's stem

Every heart
Should have at least one scar
on its sleeve

Otherwise, it wouldn't know
how to love

Inside and out
Humans are magnificent
We each have a single butterfly in our head
The Sphenoid is what I'm talking about
There in the back of the skull,
Without it, our mind would
Truly wander in our skulls

Everyone knows
the classic tale
Of Cats and Mice
The latter running
Running from the former

But once a Dog is in play
the two companions are the prey

What really is that little
4
letter
word?

To me it is power
For it gave me life when I was dying
It woke me up when i was asleep
In my own body

When no one could save me
Hope did

Hope is hell; however
Open to new meanings
Playing the user who abuses it
Even opening up new doors and closing them just the same

What has hope done for you?

With masks all around
I walk up to you

I want to know how someone so faceless
Can be beautiful too

"I'll lead but just for you"

Taking your hand
we waltz as two
Marauding in this
Masquerade
Meant for you