Eves Epitaph

In melancholy’s lonely embrace, Do I lie?
A fragmented keyhole of life.
In lost hope I shall sing thee
The last ballad of my unsung melody
As grains of sand frill my sole,
Withered wanders a loveless whole.
To love, to faith, I bear no grudge.
For what I do not see I cannot judge.
Oh! Render in outlived hearts, in thine
A broken epitaph with my words in mime
That a lost soulless pod did wander whole
With tales her broken heart hath neither felt nor told
Here she lies, undiscovered, frail.
Often they say she did fail
Often they say she did fail

Reflections of Bali

Split tongues stirred
A demonic eye gleamed
A stillness perturbed
Of what bleed to death,
Naked, without words I stood bereft.

A shining blade cuts the sky.
As it bleeds a sorrowful blue.
Then only to drain another lost vein.
It slid through something white.
And a soul was stripped crude
And a soul was stripped crude

Onto where my gut bleeds- Periods

Across the white floors
Here is a curled me
Peeving with rigor
Into where the gut bleeds

A torn tissue hangs loose.
Pain
An incorrigible path of my measures,
Then pain .
Its seizes, faking to be free.

A horrid inside weeps
Mourns and bleeds.
I lay there stained
Stained from the bleeding
Bleeding of the forging gut.

Here I am, across the white floor
A curled me.
Peeving with rigor
Onto where my gut bleeds.

SPARS - A song written for The Iron Cage

When roses hit coal
When truth did pay its toll

When devils dint roar
When pain cracks the core

When the divine sank in wine
When the grass lived on brine

When the depth lies in the source
When wholes bore its holes

When rivers ran on blood
When hearts broke and spurt

When longing becomes life
When failure steps to strife

When pains sooths the hurt
When waiting blurs a flood

When pain sees the love
When love ceases the pane
When beauty lasts it all

CHORUS
Love did see,
Remorse.
My love did see,
Remorse.