In an instance and in a flash your dreary dreams will come and crash the surrounding silence that you so hate that dark dream that's served on a plate with hateful hate as it sinks you to the unknown core that door that you never would open that dark shadow that lurks and twists and turns through the cracks every time you try to catch a glance and then the quiet screams nothing to hear yet your ears bleed and agony washes over and fear fills the room and the unknown is once again your doom in that dark room…

Ravishing me my mind won't see but my eyes believe that I may be loosened enough to be what I believe is free. Free? in this flesh cocoon? this spirit trapped in time is free? no I don't believe that this isn't free this is just another experience to learn to break the mold to learn to love to learn to breathe and to learn that your soul won't be free until you can challenge death, challenge life, challenge everything you know everything you believe and everything you see, for things are never what they seem. This being this energy…

the seamless seething slithering slime slipping down my spine so slowly so so slowly oozing down the back of my neck oozing down like fear's regret just aching away at the wasted time aching away at the failures that came today it's that way that gives me the chills the fever the spills those moments of want need and distrust those moments trying to forget regret those moments in time that won't unwind those moments those moments…

You're soft wings are flowing in the wind caressing our souls
You're soft wings are reaching out among us who believe
You're soft wings glow Gina you're soft wings glow

You're spirit has lifted beyond our ways of thought
You're spirit transcends the doorways into future's past
You are now free to see everything that is and was and will be

You can see Gina you can truly see
as I can feel your freedom leaving the abyss of thought
to be reawaken into the light to be reawaken into love
to be reawaken as an angel an angel of…

unto to the flesh, the breath awakens
seeps deep into your soul
as night falls dreams creep
things unseen seem more real
established controversy crowds
and memories won't wait
this time you think it's true
and you make the choice to follow
but until the last breath is taken
you will only fall endlessly
into the abyss of thought
until a new life begins…

As I seep into the heavy hue of my mind, whispered thoughts emerge
It's the dream that I have had a million times, the day the earth died
As the locusts we look on dumb-founded to what we have done
And ignorant as we have become there are no eyes blinking, then we are gone, gone, gone…
hopefully never to wake again and spread this death
hopefully we will stay in the sick trench we created
and then hopefully we will finally see the essence or our true being…

Disgruntled disgrace don't sing me amazing grace can't you feel the fakeness overwhelms me? I've walked in your shoes, I've discovered your blues your beams constructed just to hold your bruising ego. The staleness of breath and my constant regret of remembering the forgotten truth which surrounds you. Darkened dreams won't gleam they won't fascinate me the colors all fade away into emptied unspoken glory. Truth becomes shrouded in a pit of unfelt shame and feelings start to take over. Immerse me and my pain, immerse my soul as it wanes for I cannot take these deep breaths today. As…

Let’s play death and try fooling ourselves let’s give in give up give out let’s practice to win when only to sin raping our being filling us in fighting to win desperately trying in unashamed vain lashing out in a way that fools us to be brave and tricks us too easily every day causing our failure our fake fame in blame thinking were passing yet no way we're having any real experienced learning just droned out, stoned, not thinking, zoned, ungrown, alone and thrown to a hell home created by you an idiot hero forever fooling yourself to never…

When there are no flames left in the fire
stoke up the desire

When there are no coals left to burn
make it happen make it yearn

When there are no stars left in the sky
there will be no reason why

Why why why is my flame still burning?
And why oh why is my heart on fire?

Why why why will my game stop turning?
And why lord why can’t I feel life’s desire?

The sky fell on my head today
Or so I thought at the time
For an eternity
Or so it seemed
I lay whimpering and bruised
If I moved surely my sanity would
Crumble like the sky
Fear evolved into boredom and I opened my eye
To find that my sky was not the sky
But merely a ceiling in a self-constructed room
In a skyless universe
Pondering reconstruction the question arose
Would not a hangar be more suited to the adventure at hand?