Baby's screams and silent tears.
Rooms filled with empty fears.
Deathly silence flooding the night.
Blackness of night obscuring sight.

The golden curse killing dreams.
As the world splits at the seams.
Falling deep into nothingness.
Little left, but the devils witness.

Baby's screams left unheard.
As the passion of love is deterred.
Baby's screams
And the glow of the beam.

Find your flowing bed.
Sturdied by the mysterious dead.
Child Stay your course.
And ride the winged horse

What fools Lie is this?
Perched upon the devils kiss
Passionately hidden so deep
Upon the wicked lips did creep

Mockery of the gilded heart
As the limbs are ripped apart
Breathe by breathe in time
Death shall become the crime

Oh, sultry passion filled lips
From the blackened winds did sip
As life left the tattered sleeve
The lies only proved to deceive

Let the wind scatter it to and fro
For loves sails have been stowed
No story to be told
Never again shall he be bold

What would it be?
If the rivers failed to flow to the sea.
What would it be?
If my reflecrion dared to look back at me.

What would it be?
To gaze through the glass door.
What would it be?
To see the blood upon the floor.

Oh but the words.
The wicked wicked screaming words
Oh but the words.
Departing on the back of wingless birds.

Oh but the words.
Marring the walls of the blackened soul.
Oh but the words.
Pressing the light from the darkened hole.

Devour the day.
For my feet shall not come play.
Sweetly devour the day.
For after morrow night shall come to stay

Perilous dictation
Hammering the strings of consequence

Devils lullaby
Singing a song to never be written again

Deafened ears
Screaming for a peaceful rhythm

Beg, beg no more
For tomorrow shall never see today
Keep the applause to a dull roar
For an ovation shall not honor the pleas.

As the lights dim
And the curtains close
Gather your gaze to yesterday
For tomorrows answer cant be found today

Upon the satin clouds
Rivers of black parch the night.
Rainbows fade into shadows
And the moon becomes caustic

Thirteen moons break the back
As the ground wonders about.
Tiny lakes tell a tale
And the ears hear not

What shall the owl cry?
As the crevices fill with salt
What shall the ravens devour?
As the grass grows green

How shall the pages be turned?
No story for the words to tell.
Will the tree remember the broken branch?
As the leaves fail to grow.

Will the dirt whisper to the stones?
Or shall they scream at the worms?
What shall my name become?
As tomorrow curses today

Sweetest of reds
Taunting the child
Such creepy innocence
Stealing the light

Pirouetting down the promenade
Beckoning evil, silently screaming.
Torturing the curiosity
Offering imminent death.

Hilarious paint
Over the creepy soul
Gnarling teeth and an evil heart
Scouring the refuse for the lost

Conquiring the night
Infailable fear of the day
Dont be afraid to come and play
For evil is here to stay