Within the shadows, do they creep,
Call ever so softly, voices so deep.
Luring me throught the midnight groves,
Stubbling, crying as i strove.
Freedom the bait,
for which they hooked me.
They stand there in the shadows,
Calling my name,
Those hidden voices, the faceless beings.
I run, the branches tearing at my skin.
They reach for me, and pull me asunder
Slowly, slowly i'm slipping under.
The voices coddle me, they tell me lies.
Slowly they tell me to close my eyes,
Fear gone, with thier beguiling lies.
And so i slowly close my eyes.
They've won,
I fight no longer.
The hidden Voices have pulled me under.
Our endless Dream
We'll soon be there.
We breathe in the cold night air.
Embraced in the shadows, Unseen by human eyes.
I drink of your sweet forbidden elixir.
In dark ecstasy I offer up mine.
To quench our thirsts, forget our fears.
Our minds are mingled I kiss your tears.
I wipe away the pain of all those hidden years.
Upon myself I take your pain.
And let the night winds carry it away.
Our bliss a dark Eden, You Adam and I Eve,
Never did we see the clouds looming over.
Upon the morn it struck our defenseless Eden.
You became my shield, protecting me till the end.
The wave of hate that took you,
Never to hold me close in darkness again.
Our hopes were jolted, Our Eden turned to rubble.
My eyes no longer closed to the hate I knew not of.
Open are they to the hate you tried so hard to shield me from.
The space where you once walked with me is empty now, and formless.
I yearn now for your sweet embrace, that once I had some much of.
You wanted so much more from this our eternal life.
To teach, to love, to hold hand in hand, perhaps even call me wife.
To live in peace. That's all we planned
Now you have traveled of into a distant land,
Upon a path i cannot follow.
My eternal stife has left my heart full of pain and sorrow.
I watch them now, the lovers in the darkened parks.
As they love each other tenderly.
I remember how is used to be. But you are now a memory.
Alone and silent as the grave,
As i watch those i cannot save,
Destined are they to and end most foul,
That i linger upon thier face awhile.
They walk a path i cannot tread,
they've made the choices i cannot mend,
Soon they will at last partake,
that last breath that seals thier fate.
Do not weep for what they've lost,
Think of those the world forgot,
those that walked a diffrent path,
Individual in each step they had.
The thinkers who stove in thoughts,
The makers who granted dreams,
The movers who took those first steps,
The Fighters who fought for you and me.
These are those the world forgets,
But each year the memory id renewed,
As one more of those special souls,
writes a page anew.
Weep not for those that came beofre,
they have opened doors we couldn't.
yet weep for those too blind to see,
that they could change thier destiny.
Alone and silent as the grave,
I sit and watch those i could save,
As they go about thier day,
one set of words is all i say.
"Walk against the current."
In memory of thy sanity,
T'was lost amoung the hungry souls,
The voices screaming amoung the folds,
wanting what they could never own.
In memory of a time to dine,
Will it be in thy soul or mine?
Will'st thou find your hunger's end?
Or will it just come back again?
In memory of things forgotten,
Thy memories have faded, before the plenty,
Now thou does doubt thy memories,
Do thou still wish for the plenty?
In memory of a feast of feasts,
No longer dost thou wish for that succulent beast.
For thou hast taken, thy last feast.
High upon a lone hill,
Caressed by the evening sun,
Stands those soldiers of autumn gone.
There they stand, heads bent low.
A rememberance of a time long ago.
Once they stood faces to the sun,
Now they face a cold unknown.
Upon that hill they face the gale,
Silent as stone, yet they have a tale.
Oh what things they could tell you child,
If you would stay and rest awhile.
They watch you there upon that hill,
maybe you can see them still?
Autumns gone, the snow now falls,
Those soldiers now have up and gone.
Upon the ground one trace remains,
That the soldiers may come back again.
"Just wait till spring" the elders say.
"for those sunflowers will come back one day."
Hatred runs deep,
within these veins,
down deep into my core.
Harted for on misformed soul,
Hatred for the whore.
Hatred for she who brought me here,
To this hell that is called life.
Hatred for she who calls me her child,
Pity for he that calls her wife.
Hatred for she who lays quilt down,
upon the table instead of food.
Forcing a feast upon an unpleasent beast.
That was my eternal soul.
Hatred runs deep within these veins,
running hotter than anyone can name,
For that woman that is she...
who gave with hellish life to me.
Hatred for that which is called.
"Mother"
This Emptyness is degrading,
Here i sit alone i'm fading,
Bended down on my knees i'm praying.
Forms and shadows block my view,
As i sit in prayer,
slowly watching myself disappear,
As if dust blown by the air,
was i ever truely there?
Or does this life of which i've led,
Been just a dream in someone's head.
Is someone that i cannot see,
Dreaming up this Hell for me?
Sending me through hellish fires,
burned by scorn and desire,
I kneel and pray one last time,
for my time is done,
On bended knee my soul retires.
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