| Central Reservation In the dark and the lights Lack of depth in the heights Wealth of fables untold Seething sweat in the cold Embrace a screaming siren All colours wrapped around Jealousy of a broken hymen Returned to lost and found Green hues of segregation Black lights slithering past Violet and blue violent masturbation Sepia storms until the last Narcoleptic mantra's back and forth Danse Macabre of a fools facade Misconceived hopes heading north All that glitters, en masse De Sade |
| As The Mist Turns To Fog Through the mists of confusion I saw your reflection of fire My veins caught your light and seared with desire Pierce my heart and see yourself in my blood Its sweetness engulfs you, weakness in my dark flood Opaque are the clouds of black faith Withering in this place of unrest As the cold turns my soul to a wraith At the start when I failed the test Beneath this earthly kingdom, searching for one through three and ten The six of sticks, some sick crucifix, waiting for the end Unity of mistrust, the markings so unclear When everything is dust, impaled by the emerald spear I would have died for you in such a brief moment But your discomfort killed me instead Was it just lust or did your love lie dormant Only content to sleep in my deathbed Mistress of the enthralled, power to push away I would willingly be mauled, but new souls you want to flay The floodgates never close, yours were always damned As my spirits rose, you tethered my left hand Open your eyes to me, you need only to call I will be there at your feet; death will not make me stall I hope that one day our hearts will pour in the same river But for my dying moment I feel only your shiver |
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