Thre strikes
down the middle of my thigh
running red as I wonder why
and how this has happened to me
Why the skies
mirror my eyes:
dark, and clouded,
playing shy.
Three strikes
I'm out
(that's the rule of the game)
But I no longer really want to play,
anyway.

He’s never warm
when working up the perfect thunderstorm
But when he’s nice
it melts away all of the painful ice
And don’t you see
I won't forget what he has done to me
When he strikes me
he does it with his luminous lightning
So when he’s kind
I try and remember all the painful times

But then I can't avoid insisting on pain
And then it’s my fault I’m hurting

Marvel            at the beauty the great sea provides
Unite               against the sick power which ensnares us
Teach              the evils that we don’t serve darkness
Indulge           in the sweet luxuries we've been deprived
Night              is when we strike, then take flight in the morn
Yawn              when it’s all over and set sail on our new life

Every time I look into the mirror,
I see it in my face
I'm possessed by the goblin child
Who'll destroy the human race, though,
I haven't forgotten hope
I know the ancient lore,
God will strike me down
To Hell, forevermore

Their is something out there
Lurking in the shadows
Watching...
Waiting...
Planing the perfect time to strike;
We know it's out there..
We can feel its eyes
Painting a bullseye on our backs
We think we are ready to face it...
We think that we can win...
But we will never be ready...
For it is already ahead in this...
It's already five steps ahead
Because it lurks in the shadows...
waiting.. Watching... planing...
We can't win because we can never catch up to it.
We know nothing..
Only that it watches from a distance..
It knows our biggest fears..
Our greatest weakness...
And our strengths...
It has already won...
Because it has planed this from the beginning..
It was always in control..
And it will stay in control...
It will determine our fate
We will have to accept that..
Accept that our lives..
Are in the hands of something that lurks in the shadows.
Waiting for the perfect time to strike..
And claim our souls as it's prize.

Black adder awaits
Stalks it's prey
First strike
Second strike
Third strike
All is calm
Black adder is dead

You said don't leave me tonight
And I did.
Not because it was late and your liver was filled with lust with a gitty mind.
It was because you broke the last string.
The last string that held this harp together so that we can get through these rough times in harmony.
You broke it.
And you broke all the other strings with the countless mistakes you made trying and trying to make me love you the way you love me.
I don't.
Love you that is.
I did in the beginning- it was new.
Like the smell of a new car,
or the feeling of the new jacket you just bought at American Eagle.
But soon the smell and the feeling fades.
It was like stepping into new territory with welcoming arms and walking down that path to a crowd of endless smiles.

But then the storms settled in.
The clouds wiping out the life in our eyes.
The rain poured down on our hearts, melting away all the beautiful memories.
The lightening bruising my tethering muscles.
The thunder rumbled our solid ground and cracks started forming around our feet.
Separating us into different worlds.
To different storms.
To different life.
But you didn't want that.
You fought against fate without a care.
For what the world wanted or worse.
For what I wanted.
You kept leaping over these intended cracks, finding the wrong way back to me.
You let the storm rage on not understanding why it keeps raining.
But you didn't realize that the control was in your hands.

I was the figure in the night that guided you, but only for a little while.
I wasn't meant to stay.
I didn't want to stay.
So you let the control run to your finger tips, letting the lightening be your strike to get me back.
You let the rain settle over me like an endless water fall, drowning me to no end.
You let the clouds linger around me, my greens eyes running paler by the day.
And you asked me
"Why are you so miserable?"
I said I don't know.
*But the truth is my dear, it was you and your endless need to control my movements and be the tar within my lungs drowning me in the storm.