TionTears roll from my bed.Life lays there is none,For I am dead.I'm throwing my time away,Through the black hole in space.No light escapes,My life does not exist to you.My body is numb and I can't feel my face.Within the place, the bars are steel cold.And I grow old.By myself,I can't be real.I need something,That I can feel.Bear the burden of the lie,The beat penned near me,Does he wail and cry.I be lone, creature carved in stone.Inhuman beast without a home.Place of hate and fear,All the days of the year.Cast out alone,Coated beast in chrome.Depression, regression.Insane fed to the flame.Intuition, superstition.Dissipation, desecration.
PaintranceThis is the entrance to my pain, excluded from the sane.The Asylum is my home, I've been committed, all alone in my cell.Feel's like my damned soul is going straight to Hell.A toll I pay as I'm slipping through the hole, well, well, well…My animality is pushing to be free.The beast inside my mind, it cries.Lusting to be seen, I can fly.I wish it to vacate, allow it to escape.I want to see it with my eyes.Now I watch it as it tries to run.I stare outside my cage.Through barred prison windows,My heart fills with rage.I bang my fist against the door,Metal caving more and more.Soon I'll break the hinges off,And then I will escape.To the world to face my fate.Life will never be the same.It's time to play the game.I'm the one to blame,For the world's mistakes.I drug the demons to this place.I brought upon myself disgrace.The terrorist in me it bleats,My horrible nightmare, it is freed.The devil dragon, not of age.A chaos creature full of rage.Red form, black horns
S-DHear the roar of the dragon's calling.Shaking earth of their bodies falling.Casting out in pyre light,Staining clouds among the sky.Beasts of land they run in fright,Dragon's lore a deathly sigh.
Beat-enFear foretells the candlelightFlickering in the deep nightRituals of conspiracyFur tipped acid flowing freeTightened mantle close aroundParanoid of the freakish soundsScreams echoing deep in cavesThe beating of unwilling slavesStain the floor a crimson tideDripping down the cavern sideBlood does flow forever timeStaining streaks straight down the lime
TemperanceTemperance is no longer an option. Every resource needed to make peace has been exhausted. She cannot be trusted. I am not her toy any more, she cannot control me any more. If anyone dares try my patience or taunt my mind, they shall pay dearly. I will exact my vengeance, though time it would take. So much has yet to be done, supplies gathered, and those who have hurt me shall pay with their sanity. And some, their blood. I will have no mercy, though killing is always an option. Virtue no longer has any presence with me, no one can stand in my way because the world is now my own toy. I can do anything that should not be done and I will do everything that I have said, none shall keep me from my thoughts.Pressure has been released, and some cannot be pulled from my mind. The pain I have felt should never have been dealt. This one who has done this can never be forgiven. The horror of being pushed away by one who had pledged loyalty and broken it time and again, forever. Can the thought
DTHI cannot tell a lie, but of my heads only one can tell the truth.Then the other must lie, but I cannot tell a lie, then that must be a lie.The question is, which head is the liar and which head is the liar?Cause if both lie, then neither can tell the truth, but only say they do.And if they do, neither can be right, for they both lie.But if both lie, then one must be true for it can only mask itself.Then the other is true in telling that it\'s the liar.And if I pose this question, which head am I?
OTMO (de) T (o) M (agnus)I can feel myself get tense,It's like running through barbed fence,Carrion around is streaks,Rotting underground it reeks.Magnus in the air,Roaring terror, pain and fear,Red and black are one,No light shown from the sun.Spikes of love impale,Through corpses drought and frail and stale,The caustic tar does run,Red and black are one.The scent of hate and death,Just like NNY's daily breadth,Life hanging from the hooks,Or crushed to dust in books.Tear away the pain inside,No chance to run from it and hide,Find a place to leave my heart behind,Lost in the sands and tomes of time.
Dragons-OdeDragon knows where Phoenix goes upon his flaming wings.Over the losing island on which the Siren sings.Dragon knows where Phoenix goes on his morning fly.Through the mists of Avalon to rest his longed life.Griffin follows close behind, not far from his friend.He curls close to Phoenix, waiting for their life to end.They live and die on Avalon.The mist that escapes time.