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Father of Lights - 43
You spoke the very seeds of time
as fireflies pierced velvet folds
And sky, and earth and wind and fire
are formed from darkness' stinging cold.
A penny for tomorrow's thoughts
and lifetimes wasted on the past
as whithered hands clutch tear-stained gold
that's buried in forever's cask.
Words from nothing build forever
as sunlight slowly fades to night
And tears of joy pierce inky blacknes
streaming from the Father of Lights.
Long Time Gone
Standing on a sandy beach
littered with forgotten souls
within the chambers of my mind
I watch the murky water roll.
Acid tears begins to fall
searing down to flesh and soul.
Tomorrow's memories start to call
to yesterday's unwanted soul.
Companions made of hurt and pain
as exhaustion like the sunrise comes
to leave upon my heart a stain
and in my eyes a blackened sun.
For I have touched the sky it seems
the hollow world now holds me down
chains from shards of shattered dreams
that drag me daily to the ground.
I remember scents of flowers
upon the breeze of heartfelt song
but now I look around and see
that all of that's a long time gone...
Comfort In The Scarlet Thread
Life of pressures, toils and pain
like acid waves upon my shore
that e're so slowly melt way
the me I thought I was before...
Misconceptions all around
spectres of forgotten games
who's players now have turned to rust
from teardrops falling thick as rain...
My soul is bleeding from the wound
that no-one gave me yesterday
I hope I start my healing soon
and from my worries fade away...
Take the razor in my hand
squeeze it now when hope has fled
I feel the razor's kiss and find
the comfort in the scarlet thread.
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