I. could not dream because the still earth

I. End”There’s no endEven though she’s deadThe hilt stabbed her deeplyIn front of the cold blueCarrying guiltOf innocenceHer innocenceCarrying guilt”II. Lost(In my roomIt’s the place where I can truly be myselfFor it screams out who I really am)An escapist without a dreamNo more but a frowning faceCut in half for GodBy a masked two-face mindMany papers to writeWith no more ink to useEver a dreamer’s reserveSighing for a home that will never comePlease help meFind my way homeI can dream, I cannot screamNo sound is worth a tear I’m the one people fearTwo minds with one soulOne leads to the worldOne leads to deathWith the choice which dark path has to goWhere I sigh, where I lie, where I dieIs where I am, into the devil’s best playI wish I could scream, but my mind screams moreI wish I could not dream because the still earth dreams of meMy love came then goneThe palebound reveriePrisoner in paperI hate what has become in this vengeful worldThese words in spoken silenceWhat died will soon die againLead me whereMy fate’s supposed to bePlease show meWhere my path isI can dream, I cannot screamNo sound is worth a tear I’m the one people fearTwo minds with one soulOne leads to the worldOne leads to deathWith the choice which dark path has to goWhere I sigh, where I lie, where I dieIs where I am, into the devil’s best playI wish I could scream, but my mind screams moreI wish I could not dream because the still earth dreams of meIII. Arctic DreamsCarry the tideWith memory of the cerulean loveIn time where deliverance called to usWhen we felt freeCall me from the palebound worldAway from all the pain, that leaves me tamedA lullaby in mother’s armsLove from the troubadour’s tearsOne night, in the blue, I stared in aweAt the purple skies that took me into a worldAlong with a soaring owl that looked after youOnly you”Many days I’ve been staying in my coffin of barsMany times I’ve been tortured by the looks of painLong enough to see the path of my deathI lived long enough in my ageMany days pass and still waitingMy toll will lead me screaming in deathI see the faces of all betrayalsLost in an eternal mazeA poet’s ink is reality’s flameScenery hiding in bloodWith every truth that fills many pagesCrying as it forever dies”IV. Cemetery HellThe night’s beauty comes alive in the worldOver the hunter wandering in the snowI turn and see all of life in ruinsWhy must all I knowHave a soul cold as iceDreamers seducing me with no hands of loveIf you do want meThen come use my shadow as a puppetTo fall apart from every seamAs I await my cemetery hell for God(Save me)”I’m terrified, ever so frightenedOf what raped me over and overOf what severed my heartAnd what came over my dislocated thighWhat died in me has died againWhat’s left is to rot alone, unrememberedHeartless noise from the handAnd Christ will never accept meNever was forgiven for my sins”Third fallen robber born for ChristThe arrow from the Archer gazed in fearThe sun sets as he tames the poetHolding the heavy hilt in his handsThree clocks chime six as the poet screamsNo tolling words said during this dark farewellA poet born, baptized by scornForever torn by those who will never mournI can die, I cannot cryNo sound is worth a tear I’m the one people fearTwo faces with one soulOne leads to the worldOne leads to deathWith the choice which dark path has to goWhere I sigh, where I lie, where I dieIs where I am, into the devil’s best playI wish I could cry but my mind cries moreI wish I could not die because what did has died in meBefore the new decade for love and loreThe Oceanheart for the last time called over to the seaBefore ending the everlasting questionThat was being longed for during every dark cold nightThe poet’s dead with a gun by her headWith words from the cares that finally screamed loud enoughNot from the mouthBut in revealed writings that called in sorrow from reality’s flame(…Wake up, my daughter…)V. HomeWhere are the ones I love?Where are the feelings I know?I long for things to return to meWhere have I been?Where am I now?The end is near as I rot to stoneOpen the gatesSearch for purityThe arctic reverie calls out to youFor youLie still in their lullabyAnd fall asleep in open armsRemember that love always dawnsFrom your own worldVI. Beginning”There’s no beginningEven though she’s aliveLove will guide her homeAnd someday will see the pale gatesOnce again”

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