Void vows long ago… Serenity’s invocation eclipsed by Insomnia’s call for Art’s sake Nothing remains the same Surf the wave Arms and legs Watch and ride Get anxiety inside Surging, strong tsunami of thoughts Tossing and turning these thoughts to be thought Sometimes I feel followed when I’m not going anywhere. It’s like I get
Son, you’re not going to fit in there; the place you call home The church made of walls and rules and creeds of Rome Son, you’re not going to fit in there You’re not going to feel at home or welcome to join me on the throne Son, you’re not going to fit in there
Real eyes behind a mask Have you seen your story come true Did the darkest side, the parts you hide, reveal what you knew And now you’re alone wondering what to do Real eyes behind a mask Realize the sacred path…the journey to your soul. The welcome home It’s in front of you The lone
Rapture me slowly like you are. Captivate me…your mystery is my scar. Twinkled my eye a thousand times. Still wrapped in this body of mine. Hearts jaded are on heart’s time. Slowly raptured. Slowly captured Set the captives free. Let’s go dancing in the day. Running through the night. Maybe even laugh again… Your mystery
Feel our death while sharing our breath, and we’ll live forever after this In that space of no more crying and no more dying Pray peace over love because chaos does Abused like a substance. Take a hit of me A muse’s dumb trance got the best of me Used like a drug you
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