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Twenty Seconds

One, two, three, leaning on the knee.
Four, five, six, suffering from the kicks.

Will we sing? Will we die? Will we ever hear those mournful cries?

Six, seven, eight, oh how we instigate.
Nine, ten, eleven, will we ever get to Heaven?
Twelve, thirteen, and fourteen, oh how the murdered ones keen.

Will we sing? Will we die? Will we ever hear those mournful cries?

Fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen, the sickly ones will be so mean.
Eighteen and nineteen are so sweet, but the cruelty of twenty will never meet up compared to yours.
Just twenty seconds until I can taste that sweet sickness of your kiss again.

We sing, we die, we keen, and we cry, oh how we cry of those lost lies.

One kiss, one sign.

When you love someone, how do you know when they love you back?
Is it some sign? Some expression? Some kiss?
Or are you just lost in the dark, forever reaching for that one who will always love you but also never?

Lost always, finding nothing and searching forever for that one thing.
That one person, that one love that makes you feel like you are going faster and slower at the same time.
That one sweetness that makes you want to die but taste again and again?

Will it ever come for me once more?

The Pain

Why does it hurt?
Shall I give up or keep hoping?
Why does it sting?
Shall I give in or stay back?
Why do I burn?
Will it always be like this or will it get better?
Why do I want to love you?
Why do I want to hate you?
Will I ever gladly sing of love again?

The Everlasting Lights

I lay here, bleeding and broken from within my heart.
Not physically, oh no, but how do I wish that luxary were but mine.
It is emotionally that I hurt.
She took my heart and ripped it from my chest, and oh how I now ache.

But to the casement my eyes do shift and I find myself utterly hypnotized by the sight I see there.

The lights, they shine in endless swirls above my bed, like shimmering spirits from heaven.

Lying here on my bed, watching the window casement,
if I were of those fine glittering beings, even to touch one would be a dream and a half.

But what is that do mine own eyes see?
Streaks of silver fly by my window, dancing and twirling, like a pair of euphoric lovers, delighting in the simple company of one another.

So as I lay, sleep beginning to sing her seductive tune within my ears,
I think that I alone have found favor with the fates that create such wonders.

Come again, my sweetly shining stars.

Till next eve.

The Tattered Heart
Kill the moody hearts, Lord of sorrows.
Murder them, fry and scorch them.
Will they feel the pain that my own beating heart still holds?
The pain she so willingly inflicted,
the torment that her pleasure often creates.
With my dying breath and the final beats of my heart, I say to thee
"She will always hold the tattered remains of my love."

Lost Love
Of thee I sing, my lost and only love.
For thee I would catch the very starry heavens,
So that you might see that bright diamond filled darkness that I see whenever I look in your eyes.

With thee I wouldst dance, dance until
the velvety, sensual night becomes the golden dawn.
But now, these things I cannot do,
because the light of my life has now left this mortal coil to see the unspeakable beauty of heaven above.

Oh how I wish I could but join you, my radiant spirit.
How often do I dream of those golden halls, the halls of heaven which I have yet to see.

I could take my life, take it away so I could be with you but that would be a sin unto itself and we would still be parted from one another, you in heaven and I in hell.

So here I wait, until the Powers feel I should reunite with my one, my only, my lost love.

Sickly Sweet Heaven

Heated kisses, secret lusts.
Dangerous and decadent.
Does it hurt or is it heaven?
Will I die or will it make me God?
So sweet yet so deadly, so innocent but still so jaded.
Will it end or does it go on?
Am I crazy or are my eyes open?
So sickly succulent seem your kisses but no longer will I sample them.

The Red Moon knows...

I stand, I wait, I die, but do I dream?
Is this all nothing but someone's dream?
If so, than whose? Yours? Mine? Theirs?

When will my reality become yours?
Will I get a chance to play God?
Or will I slip into shadow and become the Devil?
Only the red moon knows for sure.

Now I lay on the alter, a lamb lead to slaughter.
Soon I will know the truth behind the dream.
Will I find salvation or damnation?
Only the red moon knows.