If only I could just, Understand the why, Behind the heart’s, Secret desire, If only I could just, Grow a pair of wings, Flaring in the wind Just to torch them up Feather by precious feather And let myself fall, Only to understand, Where I belong.
With the moon in my sight, I travelled down the barren street, Thinking, barefeet, That what indeed, Made it so out of reach.
Stone on the stone, Oh, the lies I’ve adorn, With every step, They say, I mourn, Truth? Never known For, with each stepping stone, I left behind, A piece of my soul. Yet again, So much more, Yet so much, Is still unknown.
The little drops of falling rain, They say, can wash away, Your every pain, And vanquish demons, You kept unslain, But then again, They say a lot, That which remain, Still Untrue, They say, that open wounds, Can mar you, ruin you, Yet some prefer, To dance, under this deluge, Solely, Amidst the silver hue […]
Ignorance is bliss, With a poison’s kiss Confining minds, It sets you free, In luxury rooms, Of deadly tombs, This land of Veratrum, You cant flee, It’s either your, Conscience’s death, Or insanity.
If you must die, Die with honor. For then death isn’t, any longer, Something, To mourn over.
Secrets spilled, Lives ruined, Murdered in cold blood, By people, Who once, Pleaded, “Don’t Fear, Trust us!” Red eyes, Raw rage, Knocking at, The devil’s gate. Raising swords, Spilling blood, They followed, The blood lust. Playing god, Slitting Throats, Who whispered, “For love”