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Such a lovely color,
Blended right with the shadow,
Monochromatic smile, stained on the walls,
Closing my eyes to hide my hideousness.
Wrapping my hand around the chalice,
Plucking strings to this muted song;
Seamless in discovery,
Of the smoke caught from your infinite gaze.
Mary Marie won't you come and stay a while,
Sing to me, let me stare, hollow out this fire,
Such a lovely gaze.
Turning in my sleep,
A secret too beautiful to keep.
Ignoring the hooks,
The chains that held me away.
Such a travesty to let you be,
But your sight struck me down,
Empty, loose, hollow,
This sensation I thought I'd lost.
Wrapping my hand around the face,
To hide away the faulty plates of time,
Seamless in discovery,
Of the colors running from the eyes.
Such a beautiful color.
Mary Marie won't you come and stay a while,
Sing to me, let me stare, hollow out this fire,
Call my name, shield of fright,
Mary Marie, won't you come and give me one more night.
Mary Marie, close your eyes,
Try and sleep,
Try and sleep.
Ignore your fears,
Hide your tears,
Hide your tears.
I need that full gaze in your eyes,
Red looks good on you,
Red is such a beautiful color.
Such a lovely color for you,
Mary Marie, won't you come and stay a while,
Sing to me, let me see, hollow out this fire.
Hear your voice, without words,
A rebuttal to this infinite curse.
Wrapping my hands around the neck,
Drown out this bastion of bliss,
Hide your tears now,
I walk in the shadows with you.
Mary Marie, won't you come and stay a while,
Call out to me, endless fire burning me out,
Such a beautiful color for your eyes,
Mary Marie, won't you come and take away this night.
Mary Marie, close your eyes.
 Lord Avon Feron · Sun Aug 31, 2008 @ 10:12pm · 0 Comments |
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Panicking, now I stand, breathing in.
Tensions raping senses now, my fear comes creeping in.
Stuck in a moral coil, my head spinning,
For this fight, my shadow remains winning.
Standing at the edge, terrified,
So reckless are my eyes to find;
Is this what I was born for?
It all seems so frail to me.
Heeding the words of them, the teachers,
Changing my heart, for senselessness;
All my thoughts, all my feelings,
Remain deemed as meaningless.
I cannot sleep.
Yet I am stuck in this dream.
Sweating the smallest flaw.
A nightmare is what I ask for.
Sensitive, nature is, whorish now,
Wasted away, by man's cruel, ambitions.
And still the sky turns yellow, a color foul.
But I am told, not to see in this color.
Bouts of fear, drowning me, in this mire,
Empty air, dead is air, still as air;
Choking in, senses I, wish I was...numb.
But it is, as it is, paranoia.
I who cannot wake,
Still I wander in my dreams,
Should I fight or fly away?
Is this really my nightmare?
Is this what I stand for?
If so, then why do I,
Stand in fear, not of revere?
Is this who I really am?
But why, do I lie?
It all seems so conceptual.
Circular strikes, marking targets,
We are deemed expendable.
Warning signs, crying eyes, bullets fly.
Feeling numb in the sense unknown.
Strange how it is, as my chest beat empty,
That they pull the mask of me and tell me I am free.
Falling down, cannot get, on my feet.
Boiling hot, a fire inside, condemns me now.
Disturbing, perturbing, paranoid.
Wandering in what I understand to be a nightmare.
Petrified, restless eyes, closing now.
Bouts of fear, saturate, my reserve.
Agitate, irritate, desperate.
When is it, time is now, one more strike.
I, who cannot breathe,
Wonder vicariously in marvel.
Should I be happy or should I cry?
How can I? I cannot ask why.
But it makes no sense,
Sensibility dies so fast,
The only answer seems so strange,
Destiny does not call my name.
And now, Hysteria, is setting in.
Hysteria, is setting in.
Lord Avon Feron · Sun Aug 31, 2008 @ 10:11pm · 0 Comments |
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The Burning Sonata (Sons of Flame) |
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The endless sands of time,
Turns the hourglass,
Another moment's pass.
The trigger stands unlocked,
A hammer projects,
My body rejects.
Standing at my bedside,
The sun sings under tears,
Its fire of tears.
Burning wings,
Searing
An archangel,
Falls again.
But time will,
Send the water,
To freeze my place,
Amongst you, sons of flame.
Bathing in fear,
She embrace under my wing,
And grace me under her sing.
But foolish I was,
The siren's deceive,
From pain I receive.
This silence stands still,
But I close my eyes,
And listen to the burning embers as I die once again.
Burning wings,
Searing
An archangel,
Falls again.
But time will,
Send the water,
To freeze my place,
Amongst you, sons of flame.
Deep inside.
Falling asleep.
Burning down.
Burning down underground.
The demon hide
But now I confide.
For inside the blackened fires, I sing my sonata.
Descend now.
Pull me down,
Screaming for absolution.
And with retribution, my wings sear under the bloody sun.
Burning wings,
Searing
An archangel,
Falls again.
But time will,
Send the water,
To freeze my place,
Amongst you, sons of flame.
Lord Avon Feron · Sun Aug 31, 2008 @ 10:10pm · 0 Comments |
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