I could hear the faint sound of crickets in the background,
The crackling of wood silently shifting,
the song of the wise old owl,
and the howl of a lone wolf.

But none of these sounds nor the sight of the tranquil moon
Can move me from this moment,
From this feeling,

This
                       Forbidden
                                                        Sight.

You seem mesmerised and hypnotised,
Your smile monsterful, as if you want to laugh,
But are too afraid to break this moment.
You lean in close, into the object of your infatuation,
Not daring to breathe, a heavy breath.

I often wonder if you have ever gotten too close,
If you have scars that are hidden underneath that cloak.
If the siren song of warm light draws you in and,
Wraps around you tight, so tight…

That the light in your eyes becomes as dark as a starless night.

Pretty red lips, ice dagger stare,
Secret truths laid to bare.
Pointy high heel pressed against your heart—
Piercing through is only a start.

They say not to, but really, who’s to stop you?
Pretty red lips, ice dagger stare.
They say not to, but really, who’s to stop you?
Secret truths laid to bare.

They say femme fatales never win,
But I reveal the hidden sin.
The self-righteous act grows old—
Who wants to do as they're told?

A void within, black hole filling in.
I get what's mine, until next time.
This emptiness drives me, a never-ending thirst,
A hunger so deep, it feels like a curse.

Pride in your chest wells up, you think "I’m your man."
You’re my next victim, according to plan.
You poor thing, you don’t stand a chance—
Every sin, a calculated dance.

One gentle kiss and a wink, you’re mine.
Snakes of deceit around your heart intertwine.
You say it’s wrong, and it’s your last stand,
But really, you know you’re in sinking sand.

They say to stay away, but who’s to stop you?
Those pretty red lips, that ice dagger stare.
They say to stay away, but who’s to stop you,
When secret truths are laid so bare?

The Sphinx
Methinx
Takes flight
At night.

I dreamt I awoke...in Woking...in England
"Woking", I thought, "you gotta be joking!
What was I doing, doin' here in Woking"
I felt like Dr. Who stepping out of the TARDIS
And all the people there they were all looking, they were all staring at me
It was like the whole world was gaping
As if...as if there was something to see
I wondered 'Had my mask fallen and was what they were now seeing, was it something appalling
Could they see the real me ?'
So I started running...runnin' 'cos I thought they were all gunning
Gunnin' out to get me

And I met this policeman, this burly constable
And I said to him "I didn't want to awaken in Woking at all
I just wanted to get back home"
He replied "The last train out of Woking had just gone"
So I ran on
And it started raining... raining and I was soaking... soakin'
Soakin' in Woking
Then I met this sweet little London gal
She said "Cor Blimey where you goin'"
I told her I didn't know...
I told her "Here in Woking I felt like I was choking, that all the walls they were closing in"
I said I'd just been dreaming...dreamin'
But what was the meaning... the meaning
And why had they put me here in Woking
What... what was the reason ?"

"Have you been drinking Love?" she said
"No!" I replied indignantly, "I haven't been drinking, I was just sleeping...sleepin'
But hadn't expected to awaken, to awaken here in Woking
I opened up to her a bit then,  I said "Though I was getting older I was... I was always still hoping
But then suddenly I woke up and found myself here, here in Woking
What was it all about ?"
"You poor darling " she said
(For a moment Woking didn't seem so bad after all)
Then she reached into her purse and brought forth some coppers and offered them to me
I said "No! No! You don't understand... you don't understand...

I awakened from Woking a little after the morning had broken
Still in one piece and still with all my secrets  intact
But sadly
Without any meaning nor any reason.

out of the blue
my hands turn into themselves
and so does the dust of leaves feeding
the soil of a mysterious skin
we are passengers through blissful omens
cruel visions of a ravished anti-time
so treat me like fire

I don't want to be nice anymore
I want to be dark...dark and mysterious
I want to be quite mad bad and dangerous to know
Moody and brooding
When I walk into a room
I want the girls to all blush and take a sharp intake of breath
And men to suddenly get up and walk out
If I was in a music group/ a Band
It'd be called
Yea! It'd be called "Dark and the Evil Doers"
And I'd be the Messanic front man "Dark"
A Jim Morrison type figure
I'd be spouting deep dark impenetrable and incomprehensible lyrics
Yea! I'd be singing something like
"O! Take me to the Darkness at the End of the Road
("End of the Road" - Refrain)
O take me to that Sweet Abode yeah!
(End of the Road)
You can empty your Load at the End of the Road
(End of the Road)
O! There's a Big Huge Toad at the End of the Road..."