The Sight

Today, my friends, we reunite
It's been so long since I've seen light

Of bright, warm day or moon-lit night

Today, my friends, we reunite

Tonight, my foes, we start the fight

The blood, and gore, and rage, and might

Will fill the battlefield with fright

Tonight, my foes, we start the fight

Tomorrow is a brand new day

Those daydreams just won't go away

And when I'm summoned to their call

With them to the ground I fall

For daydreams aren't just in my mind

I can see, the rest are blind

To events not happened yet

Events that I can not forget

The dark and cold and horrid prison

Was a sentence I'd been given

I'll escape and start it all

The battle in which I will fall

Lost

Lost in a world of shadows and despair,
The stink of terror is strong in the air,
No sense of time or sight or touch,
With only the screaming, you don't know much,
A great inky chasm, a giant dark plain,
Filled with sorrow and grief to drive you insane,
An inhuman cry splits the air,
A spine-chilling scream raises your hair,
A moment of silence, the whispers have ceased,
The air becomes stiller, as we wait for the beast,
A massive horned figure, haunting the mind,
Destroying the souls of any it finds,
Waiting for those still with hope to give up,
It drinks from their souls as if from a cup,
An empty shell is all that's left,
A dusty casket - a broken chest.

You're Not Sorry

Hear the clock count down?

I'm done waiting for apologies

I've sat waiting here too long

Even time has it's boundaries

I see you're never coming back

I'm not complaining, surely

But just in case you're running late

I'll wind the hands a few months early

Before you called me and said we're through

Before I was happy just being with you

Before we kissed, before I smiled

Before you were the only thing on my mind

Before all that, I'll be there, waiting

For one, sole word

Sorry.

Tabacco

Guys, you gotta listen,
This is what I need,
It's what I want,
It's what will cure me.

You see, my life is terrible,
The pain and the hurt,
This make it go away,
This makes it all right.

It's my decision,
Please leave it be,
Hate me if you must,
I can deal with it.

I need to smoke,
It cures me,
Helps me relax,
Helps me smile.

Ode to Boredom / Snnapobith

Sitting, waiting, for something to happen

Not expecting anything special

No stress, no fear, no temptation

Anything not boring will certainly be blissful

Perhaps a fairy-tale Prince on his White Horse

Or an evil Witch that threatens to kill

Both will do, neither will suffice

I will look back on my prayers with remorse

Though my wishes fulfilled will be a thrill

Having them be will bear a price

Me, Myself and I

Am I better off dead

Than in this hell, in this war

Between Me, Myself and I

Raging on forevermore

Should I listen to my heart

Where lies are softly spoken

With softness, caressing remorse

My soul left not be broken

Or perhaps the answer's in the mind

Where cold, hard truths are shouted,

Maybe there I'll find the answer

And trust, it won't be doubted

A bitter war, no end in sight

Between me, and heart, and mind

A loss of one is the only way

I can possibly decide

Place of Sorrow

Enter the door, my dear, my dear
Where broken dreams lie
And crushed hopes die
And wither, and crumble
In silent demise

A sorrowful place, my dear, my dear,
Where broken hearts sigh
And empty promises fly
Flitting here, flitting there
Like little lost birds

We can't help them, my dear, my dear
In this place of tears
Of seconds and years
I will enter the door
My dear, my dear

You broke my heart, my dear, my dear
I must stay
And hope, and pray
For my heart still burns
For only you

Stay with me, please, my dear, my dear
My mind knows true
But my heart loves you
Though I know it will never
Be whole again




So enter the door with me, my dear
Please...
Enter the door