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The River BlackWhile I walked alone
across the river,
my mind bled into song.
The currents fed
my thoughts with notes
and my body sung along.

Such a lonely path
across the river,
such a somber step to take,
I wonder if I'll find
It here
I wonder what I'll make.

A martyr is a lonely soul,
perhaps I'm best forgotten,
for in the years past the time,
beyond the distant sun
We are Dust and I am Rotten.

Shall I make it to the ocean?
Shall I cross the plains of fear?
Shall I stare blindly at the Sun
or will the Moon draw near?

The fire was
lit years ago,
it is time it must recede.
The fire gave Us inner light
but only devoured Me.

Such a somber path
acrosThe River Black

Stupid Hands.... (V2)

Dragon Design

What is Life?What is life?
Fire light,
a question asked,
a layered mask
of fear and thought and love,
of the dove
the one that flies
asking whys
as it glides on broken wings.

Oh, he sings,
and it rings
and it lingers in the air
past the fair
golden hair of a lion.
And he's cryin'
and he's livin' for the kill
and the spill,
of the blood.

A bleeding flood
seeping down
past the frown
upon the face
of a women dressed in lace,
of the chase of the land
in the sand
waterfall
leaping, dying all
a rusty red.

In my head,
oh the light
in the eyes of the life
always fight for the everlasting will,
makes no sence, take the pill
brings What is Life?

HelpI need help
alone in the dark
with the bodies all around me,
the rotting, tortured corpses
of my subconscious.

I'm sorry
for the words
for idiocy spoken
for all the things lost,
all the things gone.

Fire burns inside me,
it wrenches
and it claws
at the fragmented final sentence
of sanity I hold.

I need help
I am lost
please... I can't see,
it's dark and dank and meaningless
there's no point to be.

I am gone
past the pit
of lost, forgotten thoughts,
of tortured souls and corpses
of cities left to rot.

Behind a window,
here I am
in a world that's not my own.
I am nothing,
just an image
of what I'm supposed to be.

Help

WanderingLost.
I'm wandering to find the path,
looking for something I cannot find-
-for nothing
-for everything.

I'm lost and I can't find,
I cannot find my way
in this maze of thought,
of wonder,
of dreams
of delay.

I'm sinking,
I'm falling,
I've gone too far down
in the pit that leads to nowhere
in the abyss
of smothered light.

I have gone,
I just can't see
past the sorrow,
past the fear,
in the final dying breath,
the faded light,
the silent song.

Help me
I am lost
and I'll never find the light.
Where've you gone?
I cannot see...
I'm too far away.

Not close enough,
not free enough,
I just can't find the way,
the paWandering

KnowledgeThe skies are set on fire
in the passion and desire,
the roads are blocked with fear.
Let me hear-
let me hear!
The birds call out my name-
oh please, do not refrain.
The birds call out my name
in the mist.

Oh the list-
list of places, list of thought,
list of all that's left to rot.
I can see past the flight
through the feathers at the fight.
I can see past the fight
of the land.

Oh I can't stand,
I can't stand!
I fall to the floor
no more, no more!
I can't see past the blaze
a fire haze
a hidden maze
of fear.

Oh dear,
oh my dear,
It's in the skies!
All the whys!
All the eyes on my soul.
They eat me whole,
they Knowledge

The Artisan KnightHere I am, the gallant knight,
trapped in a room where I cannot fight.
Here I am silent and still,
gazing out the windowsill.

I paint the world outside my cell
dragons and demons fight as well
as the battles raging in my head
the harrowing feeling that I might be dead.

I let my brush sweep the skies,
I build a world full of whys.
Dizzily, I speckle stars
and give new life to planet Mars.

But footsteps break me from my page,
I pace inside the mental cage,
my mind is melting with my brush
its colours dulled, no longer lush.

I hear them calling out my name
but I must paint just one more frame,
dripping down across the sheet,
IThe Artisan Knight

The Real LifeWhen will life be better than dreams?
When will I truly live,
truly feel,
truly embrace
what was meant to be.

When will I find the place I belong?
The place I was meant to go.
It's not here,
that I know,
It's not here in this world,
not here in the light,
it's there-
there, in the dream.

When will I feel like a person?
Like a human of this world,
like I know who I am,
where I am.
I am here-
-No.
In the dream,
I must go,
go and finally live.

When will I find my world?
For this just isn't it.
I don't belong!
Get me out!
Every path leads nowhere.
Get me gone,
off this world,
the world I do not belong.

For I am neverThe Real Life

The EndI dream of decay
as they laugh
as they laugh!
Burning at the way
at the calamity they say,
burning in the heart
of the art
of the start
of the world.

I sighed a lonely road
in my mind
there I find
In my mind
it's free.
Let me be
in the road
in the street
come to meet
sells the meat
burning into ash,
brings the rash,
he has come.

Black dots on your face
evil!
Devil!
Come to stay!
Come to feast
come to kill.
I must fight,
End them all
before the fall,
end it all
tonight.

He whispers in my ear
tells me not to fear
not to fear
the sigh.
The why,
the question-
question why.
He tells me not to fall
like thThe End

GoneLooming in the shadow of the knife
I know that the time is right
to slit away the pain and tears,
to leave this world without fears.
The anguish lies behind the bend,
the ones I left, my fallen friend,
the failure I have felt for long,
the whispered voices singing songs.

I swore to myself I would not break
but I clawed my soul and sealed my fate,
my broken body and battered mind
is all I left, all they'll find.
I failed, I failed, I could not help
too young, too stupid, a wretched whelp,
I cried alone inside the dark,
I wandered in the solemn spark
of regret and hatred, all I knew,
myself I hated and loved too few.

The note Gone

EvidenceThe lick and the lap,
the touch of the flames
burning bright,
they hide remains.
To death, it comes,
my friend who hums
alone, in the dark.

Within the shadows,
there they hide,
deep amid the gentle ride,
the sky above
the silver dove,
it burns as well,
there is no hell.

The cloud, the cloud,
the golden hum.
The dream, the dream
the pounding drum
past the pain
in fire rain
to come again
Oh please, refrain.

Whisper, whisper,
there she tastes,
the fire comes in solemn grace
Drenched and wet
but still it burns
it trips the grass,
and frees the ferns.
The sky is still
the windowsill
sits alone
and cries.

Oh, wise,Evidence

In My HeadIt's dark.
It's dark and there's trails,
trails I have to follow,
trails made of blood.

Footprints.
Footprints in the pool,
in the red,
in my head.

I can see them,
no more faces
just a blur,
just a thought
and it's gone.

The sky is black,
not blue,
and not grey.
It's black and it taunts,
it laughs
at the fray.

I can see,
see a face
broken glass,
cut and slashed.
I can see
open eyes
that are glazed.

Feel the heart
taste the blood
it's a flood,
flood the mind
in my head
'till it's dead
see it now
hear a cry,
then it's gone.

There in my head
in my head
until it's dead,
until it's dead
it's there in my head
In My Head

The God, The People and The Child"Love us," said the People to the God,
staring up into the endless fog.
"Give us light so we may see,
give us shelter so we may be,
give us pleasure, give us wonder,
take away the pain and thunder.
Give us dreams, dear God above
give us passion, give us love."

But the God stares down in solemn silence,
and gives them hate and fear and violence.
Gives them agony, gives them strife,
makes them suffer in their life.

"Fear me," said the God to the People,
perched upon a bloodstained steeple.
"Pray to me and beg and cower,
give me all your stolen power,
only those who see will be,
worship me through agony.
Give me fear and love eThe God, The People and The Child

Hateful GriefThe single light shines brightly
upon the rows of dead.
It glistens oh-so softly
off the bloodstained heads.

I wander through the black abyss,
I feel a burn inside.
It seems as though naught's amiss.
In the world that I reside.

But it claws at me with burning hate,
it rakes and then it screams,
the ringing in the metal grate,
the cage within my dreams.

I listen for the laughter,
I know it always comes,
the laughing and the grinning after
the sound of metal drums.

The face of hate is black-toothed,
dirty, but not without allure.
It sings and rings above my roof
and I follow with a purr.

I drift among the silver clouds,
theHateful Grief

Shadow ManShadow Man, where are you?
Lurking in the dark.
Hidden from the eye
of ignorance.

Shadow Man, please hear me,
I bid you no harm.
Why do you hide,
don't you see?

I hear you when you hide,
when you walk along the walls
to avoid the ones below.
I can hear you.

Do you see me?
Shadow Man,
do you hear me?
I am here.

Listen to me, friend,
one hidden in the dark.
You should not have to hide
from eyes that cannot see,
hands that cannot reach.

For, Shadow Man, I see you.
Shadow Man, I hear you.
Come to me, my friend,
please come...

Let me show you the sun.Shadow Man

Sincerely, Your GovernmentI'm sorry, sir,
but your question is inappropriate,
invalid,
unnecessary.

I'm sorry, sir,
but you simply cannot say that,
not here,
not now.

The government respects you,
we really do,
but we want what is best for all.
Protest if you like,
but the majority is behind us.

Believe us when we say
that we know what we are doing.
We are helping,
helping make society better,
making it stronger.

We are not trying to silence you,
on the contrary,
we'd love to hear your side,
But our country must be strong
and there is not enough strength
in the words of one.

Success is rewarded,
of course this is certain.
But failure?
IfSincerely, Your Government

MatterIt twists and turns and shifts
all around, all around my head.
Flickering dots everywhere
paintings bleeding red.

I blink and then they're gone again,
left staring at the dark.
The void of nothing all around,
the silent central spark.

I start to run away from nothing,
just drowning out my thought
with the pattern of my pounding heart,
the peace that I sought.

But the mission's all for nothing,
it simply cannot be
for the dark and the clouds and the shadow ones-
-they follow me.

Around and around and around it goes,
swimming all through me.
In the silence I can hear-
-I can hear it breath.Matter

The Worst PainThe worst kind of pain,
the very worst kind
is the kind you don't feel at all.
The kind you can't 'walk off',
the kind no pill will help,
no doctor will rid.

It's the kind of pain
that exists in your heart,
the pain that comes with love.
The pain that aches but never bleeds,
the pain that makes you want to take
a knife and make it real.

But it's still pain.
And pain fades,
pain recedes,
pain goes away.
But love, unlike pain
will never ever cease.

Love is not your weakness,
love is your truest strength,
the pain it brings may burn like fire,
the hole may be hard to patch up
but the love will never die.

And amid that passThe Worst Pain

Dear SanityDear Sanity,
I'm sorry you have to leave so abruptly
and I cannot say you will be missed,
but our time together was much too long
and now I'm much too free
to bother with you now.

You were always such a strain,
such a great burden to bear,
but now you've gone, off my shoulders
and I can dream once more.

As a child you sucked me in,
eager for the world
but now I've seen it and I must say
it's simply not for me.

So I will say what I like
whenever I decide
and I will live my own life
no matter who denies.

So, Sanity, my former friend,
I must ask you to leave.
Because I don't have time any more
to waste away with you.Dear Sanity

To Please The BeastDeep down inside, hidden forever,
locked in a cage, seen but never,
never truly felt, I never dealt
with this calamity before.

Whispers deep inside my head,
my own voice says I'm dead,
the world itself is bleeding true
and I am the cause of its lament and rue.

I cannot let it run, you see,
it bleeds but nothing dies.
I am the one and two and three,
I am the beast who cries.

And inside, inside I feel!
I feel it twist and turn
and rake its claws -oh how real!
How real, such a burn!

Howling and screaming and screeching,
how strange, how strange of such a beast,
I send it all my information,
and give it quite a feast.

But no, To Please The Beast

Frame Of MindThere's a place beyond the single frame of mind you know,
a place too dark to ever go,
a place found deep past mask and costume,
a place locked tight in a single room.

It sits alone and festers in silence,
eating the edges away.
And projected pictures of pain and violence
will ever remain here to stay.

It's a mental realm much too real for reality to find,
I have the key but dare not open this vicious state of mind.
And it's always there to swallow my hope,
so deep in its soul do I soak.

But I dare not let it out, you see,
it blackens all the light.
The monster trapped inside of me,
that only wants to fight.

The beast that witFrame Of Mind

Death's SerenadeDeath's serenade
it's the dark and the rain
it's the sky and the fallen sun.
It's the splash of a tear
past the heart and the fear
that dwells in the sight of a gun.

He beacons and calls
so bright past the fall
of your own state of mind.
And he sings a great tune
from dusk until noon
removing the painful bind.

And oh how he sings!
And how his lyrics ring.
The world he sings so bright and new
so sprinkled with morning dew.
And he smiles, smiles to you
and tells you to take the gun.

Down a shadowed path of fear
lies the light that's drawing near
as he sings the joy of the moon.
Feel it in your empty heart
what you lost, haDeath's Serenade

Murderer's LamentGive me sorrow,
give me pain
give me suffering
and rain.
Give me all that I deserve
and throw me to the curb.

Leave me nothing
and give me fire
can't you see that I'm a liar?
I do nothing and complain
In a world much too sane.

Beat me down
and throw me out.
Block my mouth
and I won't shout.
Leave me to rot
in a pool of torment.

And demons cry
for lost love past
and angles sing for death.
And I am sitting here on earth
No pain but every regret.

Torture, fear and sorrow
bring me it all tomorrow
make me feel every suffer,
every pain,
every death.

I want the punishment
you gave the innocent man.
I want to feel the shoMurderer's Lament

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