Untitled 9-11-07I walk into a room with a hundred people They're dressed in white with their backs all to me I let the door slam but not a single one flinches I look down at myself and my pitch black suitUntitled 9-11-07
I walk to the front noting the faces of family and friends I turn around and see black pits in their eyes They stare right through me as if I were made of glass I scream, 'If I shattered would you even clean the mess?'
No one responds so I look up for God Instead I see a mirror for a ceiling Its reflection is something I barely recognize It's me dressed in white smiling back dow
PhoenixMy body fades, My mind resides I slip into a subconscious state of mindPhoenix
Seeing rythm, Pictures pleasant Only waking motions can admit my torment
A change of pace A stint of peace A halcyon guise Torment's despise
The stagnant wind, Crestfallen sea Ending this transcendence means revived unease
To face one's end, Returned unscathed Now faced with a paradoxic moira of faith
A change of pace A stint of peace A halcyon guise Torment's despise
My eyes open My sense returns To fight my woe With
AbsolutionThe nameless thing that splits the sky, Destroying all but sinner's lives.Absolution
Tame the souls of the possessed, Tap the power of living death.
Endless fight for hopeless cause, To save the selfish human flaws.
Devils dance to the din of pain, Blackened smoke spurred by twisting flame.
Satan opens the gates of Hell, Angels pledge their souls to fire, Winged spawn tolls the final bell, Nothings left but pennance compelled.
Hostile WatersMy life My being The reason for my miseryHostile Waters
My death My end The object of my intent
It's my life drowning in truth I need it not This hope from you
My fears My doubts Desperation which I shout
My angst My dread The unknown runs through my head
What you say Rings naught for me I hide myself In seas of misery
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