RememberCan you sing me a lullaby that would ease the world awayCan you make the old faceless clouds not look so greyCan you tell the dun to not come out todayCan you show the world they cannot have it thier wayWill you know forever even when its done and goneWill you feel immortal without an angel's songWill you live beyond all that has bound you for so longIf I asked you to remember would you promise not to forgetIf I turned and left today is there anything you would regretIf I called out to the heavens that I am ready to pay my debt.... would you keep my soul with you until the universes last sunset
UntitledCall to me, darkness of my nightWhen nothing more lingers of winters twilightCall to me, sweet depths of my soulTake me from this rapture and ease me as I go.A million angels fallingNone there to catch thier formLost in the lingering darknessThis travelled path dead and worn.Call to me, darkness of my nightSet forth the demons to thier flightCall to me, sweet depth of my soulRelease me here from the life which I stole.Merely a child though I walk this pathNow until my time has pastI call to me the darkness closeSo that when i vanish, I will die as a ghost.None to rememberNone to knowWhere I amOr where I goI will not returnNor say farewellThough when I passAll the stars will have fell...Weep not for meNor cry for my painSay nothing to rememberAs there is nothing to gain.Tell those I love, I miss them muchBut I am now, in heavens touchWhere I dwell the angels singBut i am in darkness, wrapped in demons wing...
Let Me DieI Close my eyesAnd I'll fade awayKilling timeWith a heart, a heart thats goneLet me FallWon't you Let me dieWith nothing more to sayFloating down the River Stix tonightAnd there is Nothing more to giveThere is nothign more to sayIt has all been lostall been past over again todayAnd nothing can reviveNothing can bring me backFor I have lost the path, lost the lightand I'm gone, from your sightFloating down the River Stix tonightI could have turned my pathI could have walked awayI could have called for youI could have been okayBut here I amLost againWithout you by my side.So I will follow youAnd tonight I will die
Passing Overdripping blood upon the gilded cresent moon of times lost lifeI find me floating within a sea of deathbefore me no end in sightbehind me no releif of terrorpassage end, never will i know the santuary i have lost...Sweet sanctuary give me now the passage that I seethrough sweet incombant trails upon the river stixBring me forth salvation in the waking of my mind and let me passlet me passlet me find... my final call
FallenFallen aggressions, how you have torn from me my soul...Left wilted this flower of mans humanitiesLost among the banter of her mind...Heavens hands have graced my lips with the tender tragedies of lifes conclusions...Yet here I fall from my graces alone unto the earths demiseMy wings torn a sunder from my flesh, my home taken from me as I am left to fend the wolves from sightAnd I fall...The light that once held me so close now a distant haze within my eyes...the glimmer of what was is now a memory that fades beyond my touch....I kneel here now, alone and unknowing to those about meAn angel once born....now the demon of your mindAre we so different form each other...My brethren that let me fall...Are we so different now my loved one...that you let me plunge without your arms to catch me
StepI wandered the night without hope in my heart, the thought of losing it all in my mind.I climbed the steps to a place where I looked down upon the world, each step bringing me to a final passage.Step...and I think of the worldStep...and I think of what I've doneStep...and I think of youStep...and I remember so muchStep...and I see myself as though in a mirror and like I am no longer thereStep...and I look out over everythingStanding there upon the edge of what seems the world. Rocking slowly on a ledge that holds me to it as the winds caress my skin billowing my hair behind me. The clouds are dancing this night in amoungst the stars and moon, and all I hear is silence from up here....all I feel is peace.I look down. There are no more steps, nothing more to walk upon....So sweet the smell that surrounds me, so gentle the call of the world to my ears. I can hear my heart beating...I can feel the rise and fall of my lungs within my chest and the pull of the material of my skirt
Gothic ChildeLost, My Sweet Gothic ChildeHow we see even when our eyes are closedPaint your face in masks of shadowsTo try and hide this truth of who you areWalk these street wearing a plastic smile so they cannot see.Forgotten, My Sweet Gothic ChildeHow you wore your bloodied heart upon your sleeveWrapped in black satin ribbons and tarnished gold foil to hide the cracksNot to let another see your scars, the broken and battered youMoving through this world looking like some porcelin doll on display.Broken, My Sweet Gothic ChildeHow you fall like shards of shattered glass upon stoneStained in blood you cannot shelter from the rainTrying to hide the blade you ran across your pale fleshWalking the world with razor blades laced upon your soulHiding your truth so none will know your suicidal tendancies.
My Sea of FacesIt is hard at times to face the reality of situationsTo see the world as it is and for what it isSometimes I think my life is more like some giant canvas where everything is painted onto it, piece by piece with an unseen brush. All my hopes, my fears.. the dark and the light of my being all come crashing together like some foreign collide-scope of color and there I am in the middle of it all nothing more then a faded blurry statue of myself surrounded by something I can no longer feel or hear or smell.I have been told heaven is a creation in our minds, that each person sees differently what it is that will greet them and that hell is truly a place where you and you alone are the tormentor of your soul.If this were true, then could I not state that heaven is that idealistic dream I have in my mind, that never ending fairy tale where all is beautiful and perfect. Where nothing wrong ever happens or if it does there is always a prince to catch you at the end. kisses are surrounded wit