(2014)
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
There shall be no owning of human… No webs to ensnare, bind, or enmes… The noble spirit in penetrant flig… Of Liberty, Love, and Limitless… But what of sweet AMA, in sorrow…
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
