A Tragic Gift Of Beauty
Something dark and empty, smiles above a fire,
A life of blossomed petals dies within the liar,
To test a firm foundation; to flourish or to wilt,
These tiny vines of colour, towards the fire tilt.... more »
Life Of The Living
I chose to make a silent plea, to the Gods above that look down on me,
And I thought they ignored all the soul in my voice, and I thought that it meant it was always my choice,
So I chose to shred and slash and tear, at the peace in my life that I thought didn't care,
And I chose what I thought was the greatest goodbyes, in a destructive path full of deceit and lies.... more »
Blackened darkness all around, with no-one here to make a sound,
And through the bruise you search for light, someone to hear your cries at night.
But no-one sees through tight shut eyes, and blissfully they hear your lies.
Please speak to me, and listen hard, I won’t tell you through splintered guard.... more »