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| Don't tell me I'm laughing I don't feel so sure For all that I am now, My thoughts don't seem pure. There's a fire in my head And it's pointing a gun The Promise of Angels; There seem to be none. As screams consume moonlight And tears fall like rain Inside me there's nothing, My pride flows in vain. I know that I've lost you So I'll let it be, The Hope for Tomorrow... Lost somewhere in me. |
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| The Fates Must be Weeping |
| The Rider of the Pale Horse Lurked somewhere after midnight And a curiosity - all engulfing Got wind of my feet And I went in search of the unknown. Was it man or myth? Than ominus figure that dwelled Just beyond by knowledge - Just beyond that point I had always turned away from... But that time... The hooded beast blocked my path And that fear of darkness Which held me from a new horizon Was there behind his eyes And his eyes were mine... And when he spoke I felt the lies behind my lips And his gaze ws cold with truth - And as I stood there, I realized - He was my jury, my teacher... All that I feared - One in the same. "You are the rider of the Pale, pale horse" "You have cast the fate" He whispered to my conscious And as I turned not to look He welcomed me to a new awakening. The Rider of the Pale Horse Lurked somewhere after midnight And that curiosity - all engulfing Got wind of my feet And I went in search of the unknown... How strange that I met myself there. |
| Rider of the Pale Horse |
| Ashes |
| In a world of confusion We found each other - The sanity behind your eyes Was so appealing To a soul not yet afoot... As was my niavity To your knowledge; Your body bled You got me wet... You drained from me The years of an eternity Leaving me asking... Is there no forgiveness From a sin of passion? Through my ill-fated faith In you I now must search to find my own... So reap your reward - You run with my soul. |
| written at various times in my life |
| When you hear footsteps From your conscious Do you run in fear Or turn to hear All that is true of you - The sour taste of reality. Every night I try to cope With my self-inflicted microscope The taste of change its on my tongue A life of happiness and fun Why then can't this pain be done This pain eternal This pain called - one. I'm the loser in a one man game My strategy's always the same There is no genius in my name Not a fire - just a flame. Worshiping these pointless rules Working magic with these tools? Spinning thread on an endless spool My Masterpiece - The mind of a fool. Every night I try to cope With my self-inflicted microscope The taste of change Sits on my tongue A life of happiness and fun Why then can't this pain be done This pain eternal This pain called - one. Moment to moment I seem to live To the world I've nothing to give Nothing for me Even less for you That is my impression - blue. |
| Impression: Blue |
| The shadow passing by my door Is sad and walking slow He who endured one and all But yet it does not show... He does not speak of miracles The ones of which he's done Time that grows like darkness The enemy - only one. It's in the mind where sorrow lies The tears that go un-shown It's here he fights the enemy... The hero lives alone.. |
| The Hero Lives Alone |