Is there more to this life than this paradise;
This illusion of delusions that seems so right,
Can I see more then I'm meant to see-
Or does this make me crazy?
One more step to take and I'll fall tonight
Into the lap of my specters; who hold me tight,
If the thoughts which remained will let me feel
Perhaps this embrace will seal the deal
These eyes can only see what's brought to light
I can not read minds; so please assume this on sight,
When I dance to the rhythm of a deadly beat
I can feel the charge rise from the soles of my feet
Every breath which we take is another life
And every touch is a pillar of human might,
Should we curse our vows; we become free
Although, how is this supposed to release me?
Every thought is a chain which holds me tight
As they continue their conspiracies by candle-light,
A form so soft I could barely resist
Every temptation of the cursed kiss
Two eyes which surmise a blighted fate
Even now while I dine on the spited make,
I can feel the regret slowly slipping away
It absorbs all the pain which haunts my days
The desire for the fire of a body tonight
A spiritually and lyrically nimble plight,
Lifting above the clouds which obscure
Every trivial thing we all endure
If final words were final there would be no hurt
As we hear the echos calling, the bells of the church,
The past, or the future which we want to see
What does this mean, how can this be?
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