i saw a whit rose
and it was you
you are for me
mad4e for me
grrown for me
made for me
a rose so white
it blinds me
a rose right
a rose pretfect
you have become my devotion
my only reason for emotion
my ghost of a rose

Were you born at sea like me?
Love for the ocean winds that blew;
Heart and soul of the deepest blue.

Were you born in the autumn breeze?
In the shadows of the bare branches;
Under cover of the wind leaves’ dances.

Have you seen the trees?
Have you ever felt the forest before?
The forest borne you, our Mother borne you,
And yet, and still, and even, and evermore;
Though we may try time after time,
We can never escape Her omniscient view,
And regrettably, nor Her desolation.

I've been away,
Do you miss me today?
And yesterday?
What about yesterday; when we were something so beautiful?
So beautiful, we didn't even know.
And yesterday, what about it?
Did you enjoy it?
Do you remember my smile, like I remember your's today?
I remember, and I remember it all too fondly— it was the moment I never knew, and became instantly real with you.
Was yesterday your's as it was mine?
It must not have been as fine.
Because I led and you lost the path,
When I led, did I lead too fast?
I followed my path back to the past,
Searching for your love from yesterday,
On the abandoned road to my dismay.

I led with the light of my love;
Did you see it from across the bay?
Was it clouded by the nightly fog?
I tried so desperately to lead your way.
And now, as the darkest night dies,
I wade in the waters of yesterday,
Longing at my sinking heart with sighs.
My lighthouse still shines on your shores with love, now and then,
From my island, I gaze into the new night,
Longing for a ship to sail across the moonlit sea,
Through the fog after a long journey.

"Did you come to see me?" I'd say with hopeless hope.

When midnight dawns will you be brave?
When silence leaves your lips this eve,
Will you be the same as you are today?
And I’d never thought you’d ever leave;
I was naive in my hope, in my mind,
And soon like the tides rolling in,
You’ll be with the Earth cold, intwined,
Greeting, grieving — the passing pin,

As the needle sew, in and out, to and fro,
And into the ground we all go so quick,
Before the reclaiming roots of death show,
And take you deep into the forest thick:
        Know that you will never pass —
        Not while our love for you lasts.

The blood on your hands,
I will make you see it.
The gore of my mind you created,
I will make you see it.
The broken souls of children ***** by your anger,
I will make you see it.
The rotting flesh of the dead boy in the cold and barren street,
I will make you see it.
The black sea of death in the silent night where the castrated bodies sleep,
I will make you see it.
Moloch's divine creation consuming all you have, while your paradise burns,
I will make you see it.
The world in despair, all because of your own doing and your's alone,
I will make you see it.

I will make you see what you are.  I will make you weep until your eyes fall from their sockets.

Once you see it all, you may leave at your will.  

A single door and four walls,
           Are all that stand between you,
                            and the Gates of Hell.

Now walk,
Whenever you wish,
Through the open door,
And into the fires.

And burn. Forevermore!

Sometimes you just have to let it die
Sometimes you just have to let the it burn and watch as it all goes to hell
And at some point you'll eventually just stop giving a ****.

When I hear the music of my past;
          An echo of the person I used to be,
          I wish I could speak to it as it does to me,
And tell it notes to play so it may last.

A melody of perfect beat and scale,
          Imperfect as I play it back now;
          Music then, and broken hearts now,
Still magic of the moment, never fail.

And even with the sorrowful notes,
          The change from G to E minor, slow,
          And my love for the symphony grow,
As I play each beautiful note I wrote.

My life, is a lament to Her creation,
          All the happiness that seeds,
          And the sadness that breeds;
It is all true, and never imitation.

And when Her music plays with mine,
          The harmonizing ring of morning bells,
          Of forests, creatures, and ocean swells,
She rules 'til the end of time, with a single line: