Burninwulf

The depths of eyes awoken, Upon a shining face, The hands that long for holding, Who can judge heart's pace? Am I now the phantom, Or am I just the man, Or just a lone musician playing in the stands? I will my heart to reach you, A silent aria, To find your smiling silent Phantasmagoria, First movement was forgotten, Lost in hopeless minds, Second found you standing, Third is in disguise, But will the mask drop fleeting to reveal lighter days? Or will it go to ground Among blackbird's broken wings,

Who's woods these were I'd like to learn, And why these trees were left to burn, Most likely his name's lost to time, But still for closure long i'll yearn, The wheels of my ungainly ride, Have trampled saplings all in stride, And gentle wind has carried here, A saddened feeling of divide, The mournful crunch of blackened leaves, Are muffled by the fallen trees, And distant tiger glows with flame, His turrets smoking factories, I'll travel now far from this place, And not look back, in fear i'll race, But memory moves without haste, But memory moves without haste,

What light is that above me? That pale and ghostly glow. The sun upon my brow As I lurk deep below. What echoes reach my ears? When they surround my well, The laughter filtered hollow, The cheer gives way to fear, And when I cry for help, when I wish to rise, And when I call someone to fall, Their voices they disguise, "Who asks and why?" with reedy wail "It is but me below, I only ask for company, Inside this shabby hole" "What are you then that waits in there?" With truth ringing in their voice "I know not what for darkness rough Took eyes from me by choice" "A monster, demon, devil then? A spirit Angry, foul?" "In tru

When sunlight makes it's way, To red light and it's wiles, While city dreams it's dreams, And moon lies without guile, The few that do awaken, To the echo of strange things, Whose eyes view only night now, For all the joy it brings, They dance beneath the starlit sky, And lie amidst the grass, Seek wonder midst the demons, And watch dear Luna pass, Frolic with the Bogeys, The Goblins and the Wights, Until the sun does rise, Until the final night, These people drift to sleep now, As most eyes open do, And wake while you are dreaming, Till you raise your sleep filled head.

If only you could hear me. The echo of my mind. No inner hell, this empty shell No fire left inside. You pray to god for comfort I pray to winds delight She whispers in the darkness He fades away from sight I am no man to judge you I breathe only to tell To paint a fair gray picture Of gods whose souls we sell For once in ancient eras A man not unlike me Wrote at their humble table The story you believe.

What happened to those days? Those nights we screamed and raged. The gentle sounds of carnage fore twilight. What happened to us then? When music started ends. Your sad-soft voice asking me to sin. And of course you do recall. That you ended it all. Retreated to your tower room again. And days did change to weeks And months gave way to years And now nearly a decade has bowed down. I hear you sought your end. That you needed a friend. And there I sat oblivious to all

The azure haze of comfort, The red-wire streak of lust, The elegance of parry, The Cut-throat strength of thrust, In elegance I fall for you, and fall Again I do I do , for you Not You I've fallen for, Bask in fickle hearts galore, But not soon after fall again, And not soon after that it ends, And now I come to call my hand, For one her smile, For one her touch, For one her style, For her not much, Perhaps it's love of girlish wiles, Perhaps dislike of normal styles, Perhaps a need to save the weak, Perhaps it's comfort lone I seek, And so it comes to sadder ends, And coming there I fall again... And coming there I fall

Grab sob fight stop First from me to you Clutch seize jerk freeze Touch to continue Fall stand rage man Now we are in line Here next love sex Tell yourself your fine Livewire livewire here lies a livewire Taunting waiting always irritating Next hand down the line finds the touch addicting Next man down the line finds that she's restricting Next hand down the line lies with her most willing Next man down the line finds her words are killing Livewire livewire Just touch my livewire And You can stand behind me To be the next in line. See?

You dare to think of yearning, While those around you die, You face a fate of ire, You laugh while others cry, You smile at their sunset, And cry upon their rise, Allow true word escape you, The rest are burning lies, You singe your inner feelings, You boil the tears of friends, And as they scream their eyes aflame, You smile as they can't mend, And when their torment mounts them, You help them to their end, You pile hateful feelings, You burn them into love, And when succor lies ashes, Alight the newborn doves.