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All the Time Knowing
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I felt a pain with my chest
As the final rays of light broke East
Those shining little notes that sang
A love so strong I hate all else
That dare show even its most beautiful face
In the absence of this feeling so bright
No star, no sun, no price of man or God
Shall compare to the light of my love

All the time waiting
All the time praying
All the time knowing
That she is for me
And that soon I will
For her, no less, also be

This twisted dagger
Wrought in poison phlegm
That drives to the bone
Cuts more than sore muscle
Carves more then simple bone from flesh
It dies with your voice
Only that it may rise again and again
To feel of my soul
And drag back the thoughts of fear
As the venom seeps back, timelessly, into my veins

All the time waiting
All the time praying
All the time knowing
That she is for me
And that soon I will for her
Not in less, also be

My pride as it were
A mile wide to form
The great royal moat
That keeps my nightmares at bay
And locks my solemn fears
Deep inside my soul
As the moat fills with blood
And my lungs sputter out to grow cold
This fear is something cold as nights
All seventy-two plus five score to count
Each lining its fangs to kill my heart

All the time waiting
All the time praying
All the time knowing
That she is for me
And that soon I will for her
Not in less, also be

I am not like the setting sun on West
I am weak and die too fast
And when I sink to the West as a stone in locks
I may not ever rise again
My fire is just too weak
I will burn it all to the hilt just to fly
And when I land I will die in your arms
Or I will die in the arms of God

My own God
Parked in the reddening tub
Set in the Day's Inn
On the lesser side of town

Yes, he. Belial of my life. Balute of my beliefs
I will live in the one I love or I will die to the world in whole

All the time waiting
All the time praying
All the time knowing
That she is for me
And that soon I will for her
Not in less, also be
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Descent Into Our Beginning
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Dark magenta
The color of the heart of Valentine
Strung wide on the wire frame
Its curves make a spade
The spade a low grave
The grave my most final home

Soft red
The color of blood in horror shows
When the monsters come from shadows
With the long and gaudy teeth
Instead of life where the monsters are real
Their claws my fatal own beliefs

Dark gray
The color of the screen as it fades to dusk
The famous scenes that raise our blood
Hollywood dreams of heros gone
That makes us all believe
That there’s even a war here to be won

Sickly yellow
Marked with holes
And turned up by vile teeth
Horror scopes that make believe
That this awful ******** face
Is anything but a dream

Hateful colors go away
Before I find myself again
Locked inside the glass confines
Of my heart’s reluctant cage
No one to call my own
And nowhere that I call home
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Act II: Rebounding
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Dear one
Who stands before this place
This glass distorts
The world beyond is gold and black
The sun is only fading
And already I can see you
Standing in the clouds
With me to your solemn back

Haunted sounds
Those hollowed calls on glass
My fists both bleeding
I beg the night and the morrow
To no longer stand aloof
And still I am bound by steel
To the roads of life
That stop my hands from reaching out

Winding trails of blood
All things bending
To the sounds of you tongue
There
In the lighthouse
There my beacon once lay
But my Master came
And it was stolen away
Your purple orb
My soul has become
Burrowed in the pit of your gut
And leaving my blind, deaf, and dumb

Until the day that we sat
Both backs to the other
Beneath the guardian tree
People screaming
Children laughing
Memories of the wolf that’d been
The world going round
Like a top
And we each only watched

I came to you then
On my hands and my knees
My life was yours to be had
In all things encased within my wings
There is no left reserved
As I bore my own shaking, feeble hand
There was nothing but love
And all else seemed so grand

Then once more came
The perfect orbs
Set of earthen dew
As I, the soft victim,
Beckoned up to you
With naught in my voice
But a delicate cry
‘love me?’, I said
To my own great surprise
Then the treachery came
And left me alive
As your heel tore my heart out
Along with my eyes

Blinded and bleeding
A pet with no home
I begged my dear Aless
For how to atone
And the answer was sharp
Like the crack of a whip
The bullet that tore me
From jawbone to hip
A pet
I could no longer be called
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Another Dimension to Human Suspesion
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I have a secret
I am not strong, but powerful
There are ancient things inside of me
That eat away my soul
I am the Jesus of damnation
I come together amongst the men
To kill everything they own with a quiet look of stone
I am, my love, a simple curse onto the world
I am death in the form of man
And I am plague without release or hope to stand
I can do but two things in life
I can kill and I can maim and hurt the weak
There is not hope for me
I am lost to my sins
I have sold myself to Hell
But tonight I offer all this pain to you in a simple kiss
If you take me I will make you
Into Death’s unholy lover of hate and fear
And if I die before I wake
From passing sin between my legs
If I should do but only that and fade away
You would take my place as Death
And reap the souls of men who deserve to live
That is my vow to you
Because you could have my whole damn world of shame
Only, you could never escape again if you chose to live
Take my hand and join my world of dirt
Or perish in the grave, happy not to have seen the things I see