• the irony in knowing the inevitable...

    the feathers fall my broken heart
    it was shot right down from the start
    you tore off the very wings
    id like to say i never saw it coming
    but yet it seems
    to miss it would be stunning
    i was never was your enemy
    you where supposed my remedy
    to this awful apocrathy

    so now i offer my heart
    to the highest bidder
    i no longer care just hurry before i get bitter
    i hope i get a winner
    im a lover not a fighter
    but catch this lighter
    before it starts this fire
    cut this rope
    stop this knife before it hits my throat
    catch this poison before i choke

    my ivory tears and ebony blood
    will never again make such a beautiful flood

    i saw this coming
    and i knew there was no running
    i could not think of something so stunning
    but sometimes reality is worse than fiction
    sometime life has an awful twist
    it seems im in gods cross hairs
    catching both both stares
    of god and Satan
    one pleas for purging
    one pleas for turning
    i dont know which to listen
    i thought i had it right
    i can no longer put up the same fight
    i can no longer see the light

    it didn't take a dead poet
    or a sleeping prophet
    for me to just know it
    i knew it wouldn't last
    but its in the past
    and im looking toward the future
    i hope its grand ...