Dancing DaydreamsI can't help but think,
when i see your eyes,
that they're painted in ink
and impossible to cry.
I can't help but know,
when i see your face,
that my world is just waiting,
for your next embrace.
Troubles Dwell...For Every Journey, Troubles Dwell
And Secrets burn - you yearn to tell.
Too clear is the memory from when you fell,
but again you still might, to the depths of Hell.
Cystal KingdomeShe scrimped and saved as many days she could muster
for her house of crystal, with delicate clusters
Each turning sharp, precisious skilled,
delicacy a must: childishness could be killed.
The house was a beauty, all shimmers and shines,
cut to perfection, standing proud like a shrine
well...a shrine she hoped, would still stand when she fell
which others would gaze upon and be jelous as hell.
But when looking at the ice palace through eye of which
were not belonging to the queen (the witch)
one saw her aching, desperate need
to be loved and loathed - both a terrible greed.
The delicate palace she hoped would intrigue
offered only it's biggest reason for one to leave
Perfect but cold, hard and deadly for sure,
one cannot misjudge when they can see straight through the door.
Sleeping InsanityAn aurora beats from a glow in the gloom
lighting the scinister smile of one waiting till soon
it's vicious fangs can sink in deep
to one who loses themselves to sleep
Because this is the world of the nightmare land
a world of which you never could understand
Even when you deny the thoughts now you've grown
you know it was a lie when you find your alone.
The silence defening, interrupting clear thought,
no salvation from the senses stretched taught.
No windows or doors to leave the haunted fate
just the echo of a pendulum, insisting you wait.
Just you wait...
Risky BusinessEveryone worries for the tightrope walker
and the man who dances on fire
but first mustn't they question why
he started the path from the start?
Surely the acrobat couldn't have wandered accidentally up a ladder?
nor could the dancer have stumbled onto hissing ashes?
A dare perhaps? But such is of a fool...
and Pure folly cannot inspire ones heart .
Wars of a WorrierWrapped in a warmth so unfamiliar
But all welcomed with it a fear so intense it could kill yer
The many walls built; so easily dissolved
Are old problems starting to be solved?
But with old problems gone, new could arise
surely it was too much to be risked?
To knowingly accept the wonderous suprise
with how quickly it could be slipped
Yet, knowing all to well the future of pain
and how easy it is to lose yet again
A battle must start to push on with thunder
Or else theres no point to get up from under.
DarknessDarkness flies on bat-like wings,
With sharp talons and bearing things,
Thing of hate, deciet and woe,
But its still hard to see if they're friend or foe.
A screaming wind whistles past,
Like a torturous cry at night,
It seems that someone has seen their last
Share of life's true light.
The Vampire's DawnHe sighed and brushed his blackened hair away
from his weary face with a weary hand.
The deep darkness was beginning to lose to day
and creep across the cursed land.
Lost was its relaxed, welcoming softness
which he had grown so fond of now.
And slowly becoming the loud, bold brightness
that was the day. But when? and how?
Insulting his eyes with every growing second.
Forcing them to tighten, and wince.
And never before he reckoned
had he loathed anything more...well not since...
Dawn's settling had already begun,
with that boasting figure that was the sun,
creeping up from it's bed called the horizon
to flaunt its plumage of rays to anyone
unable to find shadows.
Shadows that had once seemed so daunting
But now the figures' humbleness was found
Like hooded phantoms beckoning the curious naives.
They begin to fade and fall underground.
But all the sloping entrances are rare
as if the enemy found them would block them for sure,
and so lost are they to the dependents fair,
And then leads