With the misty morning at my door,
And the song of duty by its side.
I fell my purpose shake my core,
Inside my doubt I will not hide.
I have returned from hibernation,
Its destiny; I had no choice.
So behold my souls celebration,
My muse is reborn; so soul rejoice.
When broken bones and bloody eyes turn to scars,
Trembling lips and withering smiles curse the stars.
Our hands do the dirty work of evolutions eternal war,
We break them down rending and tossing their mask afar.
They’ll curse and weep beneath our steady hands.
As enemies, in splintered unity they’ll try to stand.
But soon they’ll see why we tear and rip at their hope,
For soon amidst the shadows and inky darkness they’ll grope.
From their singed corpse we’ll smite the false truths and lies,
So from their ashes they can be reborn and within new fire, rise.
My feet bleed from acres marched in righteous pride
My bones cry from weight forced by songs of humility
My muscles ache from somber joy sealed from inside
My lungs shudder within the depths of mercies endless sea.
Unspeakable joy fuels my vacant soul
Unfathomable grace clothes my tattered mind
Unbreakable hope is in my heart to hold
Unshakeable mercy in my hands to bind
The gray dusk haze wraps its palms around my neck
The tired heavens sighs as it rests its sullen eyes
Calloused feet slide wearily across the old crying deck
The inky night slowly captures blazing celestial fireflies.
A salty gem descends your porcelain face
You tremble sending quakes into my heart
Emotions weave silently into my heart of lace
A rogue prayer is murmured for us to never part.
Through my windows I stare into your depths
And through mine you see my hidden truth
From crooked ceiling to down my hoary steps
From my shadowed basement to my rusty roof.
But through my bloody panes I through my lust
And now I wait for you to show your love coated in dust.
Who we love they all despise
and strike with hungered eyes
Those that they cherish we hate
We throw them at the reapers gate
Bone, blood, flesh and air
Fill us all just like love and despair
So why do we snarl at the river
If you look deeper the stream is a mirror.
Stitches of euphoria permeate the air painting a tapestry
The eyes of the world weep with joyous relief
The roar of drums sculpt a monolithic melody
The hands of the world claw up in desperate glee
The muse of chaos spreads its wings of mercy
The soul of the world trembles in jubilant fear
Inspiration has its age
The quietus has its reign
It all started on an empty page
It isn’t mine it never was and never shall it be
I’ll make my own and I’ll make it well I’ll make it perfectly
No matter what you may decide its mine to shape and mold
I’ll never bend I’ll never bow no one tells me me to be told
It wasn’t mine it isn’t true it shall and cannot be
I made my own it fits just right I tailored my destiny.
We all have a beast pounding in our chest
It seeks to devour our lives with love
It is an addiction we can’t resist
Granted to us from above
We thirst for the sun within the dark
Forever we hunger for our loves heart
Dreams of rivers drenched in light
Visions of dancers in the dusk
Wailing opera in the night
The dawn breaths its rosy musk