questions, questions, questions, questions

like the morning sun,
how does the dawn,
raise to take it all,

questions, questions, questions, questions,

the night sky,
it braves,
settling of the sun
does it crave,
truly no-one?

questions, questions, questions, questions,

A lonely soul,
no-one knows,
lies on side of road,

-would you make the call?


The storm has come and the rain will always bring,
The losing down the drain of the loosening ring,
The angel loses the vocals she has always sung
and now this demon finally eventually becomes,
lost accept the numbing and crying,
eventually words you say will lose their meaning,
and the bees' pain, feel nothing when they sting,
and the secret of the tide becomes another,
the hell created by what you thought was a tease,
the guilt of emotions is what this finally brings,
you are left to be buried in hell, not the heavens,
your lustful thoughts from your very own tongue,
and now your old body is rotting and dying,
this is on you for your arrogant reckoning.