Cult

Through the muck we pave our way,
Jaunty tunes and dance and play.
We light the sewer rot ablaze,
And raise to new enlightened days.

We laugh and scoff and haze and taunt,
The Gods above approve us not,

Our toothy grins, our lively eyes,
Our mere psychotic face disguise.
The fire wheel of holy lies,
We joke and jest at such reprise.

We see not life but deep inside,
As heaven, hell, and earth collide.

We take a sip of aged blood,
Rejoice in all that rains above.
Retake the fall until we've won,
And lift the break to be undone.

Tim

Beyond the stars is a girl in chains,

Who is enslaved by prophecy.

Ever, can she break free?

A hero will save you,

For Love goes beyond death.

Shine

A spark, like that of a star.
As such it shines down.
From high, high above.

No mortal can reach this light.
No one can grace its touch.

Yet it glimmers hopefully,
Mockingly,
And desertedly.

It stares emptily,
Despite promising wonders.

These constellations of light,
May yet grant me immortality.

So I may reach them,
And float with them forever...

Heartfelt Comparisons

In all my life I've held no flower,
To compare it to thine lips.
Nor would I climb the highest tower,
To seek a gentle kiss.

Amongst the hills and rolling plains,
Of mice and deer to race.
Or holy falls of peaceful rain,
Your beauty they outgrace.

Yet may your eyes still shine like stars,
On all my weakest days.
Lifting up my drowned scars,
And light my heart ablaze.

Although you gleam like heaven not,
Your beauty true lies not forgot.

Recognize

Hopelessly entwined.
Dreams shattered,
Hearts battered,
Fare thee well divine.
Fill my glass afull with wine.
Pitter, patter,
Thoughts been scattered,
Deadly road of mine.

Where will I head?
Fate always knows best,
But who's to say I agree?
Heart made of lead,
Fall deep into rest,
Never released to be free.

Not Entirely Untitled

The simpleness,
The sorrow,
The hope that is,
Tomarrow,

Weary eyes,
Break of day,
Sorry guise,
And shift away,

Holy dawn,
Shielded lies,
Oversee,
Misguided lives,

The happiness,
The hollow,
The will to take,
And follow.

Dialogue

The Intrigue

It Haunts

The Script lost
Lines Unsaid
No sound Resounds
And all Falls away
Into Silence