I. EndThere’s no endEven though she’s deadThe hilt stabbed her deeplyIn front of the sad blueCarrying guiltOf innocenceHer innocenceCarrying guiltII.

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 mindThe last paper to writeWith no more ink to useDreamer’s dreams goneSighing for a home that will never comeFind my homeI can die, I cannot cryNo sound is worth a tear I’m the one people fearTwo mindsOne soulOne leads to the worldOne leads to deathThe soul has to choose which dark path 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 meMy love came then goneThe snow and the seaLead me to the pathWhere my fate was once supposed to beThese words only in spoken silenceMy mind will soon die in me againPrisoner in paperI hate what has become in this vengeful worldFind my worldI can die, I cannot cryNo sound is worth a tear I’m the one people fearTwo facesOne soulOne leads to the worldOne leads to deathThe soul has to choose which dark path 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 meIII. Pacific ReverieCarry the tideWith memory of the cerulean loveIn time where the light was shownWhen we felt freeDrown me in the azure worldAway from all the pain, that leaves me tamedA lullaby in mother’s armsLove from the troubadour’s tearsIn the night, I swam and staredAt 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 diesIV. 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 only born in forlornForever torn by those who will never mournI can die, I cannot cryNo sound is worth a tear I’m the one people fearTwo facesOne soulOne leads to the worldOne leads to deathThe soul has to choose which dark path 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 lovelornThe Oceanheart was called over to the seaEnding the everlasting questionThat was being cried out during every dark cold nightThe poet’s dead; found with a gun by her headWith words that longed enough to be said in tearsNot from the mouthBut with paper revealing erased writings crying in sorrow to reality’s flame(.

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..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 sailor’s reverie calls out to youFor youLie still in their lullabyAnd fall asleep in open armsRemember that love will always love youVI. BeginningThere’s no beginningEven though she’s aliveLove will guide her homeAnd someday will see the blue gatesOnce again