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The Portal

The portal is a doorway
It leads you home...
It leads you home...

Step inside
Welcome home

Enter into a world where you will lose yourself
Emotions will forge their way into your brain
You will taste all that is evil here
You cannot find your way back
You are here for good
You are mine

You have just entered into a world
Where reality will rip itself away from your mind
And pitch itself into the abyss
Friends and farmilliar faces you will see here
They will laugh at you
And all of your shortcomings

Try to escape if you can
Which doorway leads you back?
Which doorway leads you to hell?
If you last long enough to see the way home
You will be too broken to touch it
You will be too broken to leave

The portal was here all along
Your ignorance forbade you to see
But now you are here
Inside the inside, lost and trapped
This is home
Welcome home

Loves Last Cry

Here we are
Alone at last
All bitter thoughts
Are in the past
Carress my cheek
touch my face
Ill let you in
Theres lots of space

Forget the world
That spins around
Drop all your thoughts
To the ground
Make a move
It'll be Ok
Forget tomorrow
Im here today

You need to see
On your own
That in this world
Your not alone
Ill show you love
You'll understand
Dont be so distant
Just hold my hand

With fears behind
We'll face the light
We'll see tomorrow
We'll win this fight
A better world
Is on the rise
Do not lose hope
Don't close your eyes...

IF I HAD JUST ONE WISH
IF I HAD ONE DEMAND
I WOULD TAKE THIS LIFE
AND HOLD IT IN MY HANDS
ID TELL YOU EVERYTHING
IS GONNA BE ALRIGHT
ID GIVE YOU ANYTHING
I WOULD BE BY YOUR SIDE

I would be by your side...

The Old Man and The Tree

Across the desert lies a tree
Beside it stands a man
It's roots are wrapped around his legs
It's fruits are in his hands

All around him are the bones
Of people passed away
Of souls who came across this tree
That he inticed to stay

His ribs are carved out of his chest
His legs and arms are frale
His teeth are gapped and yellow
His face is cold and pale

But the one thing that this man does have
That makes up for these things
He hypnotizes with his voice
And with the song he sings

For all of those that pass him by
Who got lost along the way
Cannot ignore his haunting voice
And forever with him stay

So a word of caution to all those
Who through the dessert pass
Be careful not to wander far
You could get lost, and fast

But if you do, and God forbid
This old man you might meet
Just plug your ears and run away
Or die there in the heat


Welcome Home

Waiting for the clock to strike thirteen
Im afraid of things I've never seen
Vanquishing the voices in my head
I was me, but he is long since dead

Loneliness is all that's in this cell
Every day of life's a day of hell
I'd touch sanity at any cost
Save me now before it all is lost

Reality is sinking fast away
Reality, the thing that I betrayed
Screams of anger chain me to the floor
Devils laugh will taunt me ever more

Hopes held hostage high above my mind
Creating thoughts of a different kind
Mother gone and left me all alone
Finally I understand, I'm home

The Boatman

Out of the mist the boatman came
And met me at the shore.
He said, "Come with me for a ride.
I've got room for one more."

And though I could not see his face
From underneath his cloak
I knew that he was confident
I'd join him on the boat.

I asked, "Where go you good boatman
On such a misty night?"
He said, "To an Island with treasures untold
Just beyond your sight."

And though I did not trust his word
There was something in his voice
It lurred me in, it almost seemed
I did not have a choice.

I hopped aboard his boat and said,
"Then with you I shall go."
Without a word he turned around
And he began to row.

The air grew cold, and I could feel
The clenching of my fists
And my heart pounded as the boat
Rowed deeper in the mist.

Finally the boatman turned;
My heart began to race.
For at long last I got to see
The details of his face.

With jaws of bone, and skull of white
And eyes of crimson red
I stared into the face of Death
And knew that I was dead.

He reached a bony finger out
And touched me on the chin
And in his face I almost saw
The making of a grin.

His eyes grew brighter than before
He laughed out hard and loud.
He said, "You've met Death face to face,
And for that you should be proud."

"When it came to living out your life
You walked a real fine line
And I have simply had enough
So know your soul is mine!"

As I knelt down on hands and knees
Life flashed before my eyes.
I saw what Death had meant of me
And I began to cry

But before I shed more than a tear
I felt a sudden swipe
And I was certain that at last
I'd seen the last of life

But as I opened up my eyes
I saw to my delight
That I was back up on the shore
Staring at the night.

I got up to my feet and gave
A heavy, painful sigh
And thought about how close I came
To being next to die.

Had I escaped the hand of death,
Or had my life been saved??
As I glanced out into the mist,
The Boatman laughed and waved.

The Lost City

Dead of night
Carving stones
Ancient ruins
Not alone

Caravan Lost
Unexplored
Forbidden Temple
Unadorned

Eyes upon them
Sight of death
Not of human
Out of breath

Walking tiptoed
Feet enmeshed
Hidden warriors
Feast on flesh

Trap uncovered
Turn and run
Lost and empty
Come undone

Unknown Terrain
Cannot hide
Found and Captured
Ate alive

Empty Half

Behold my face upon a plate
Complements of years of hate
The mental scars that wounded me
Have helped me build immunity
I can't be still; I can't break loose
That doesn't seem to bother you
All that's good beyond my grasp
I only see the empty half

I look at you, you look away
How did I become your prey?
If I try to hold it in
The pressure will not let me win
And now I know not what to do
That doesn't seem to bother you
For if I jest, you turn and laugh
I only see the empty half

Away from fears I turn and run
Surely I could use a gun
I try to put it on a shelf
But I cannot control myself
The tears reflect the pain inside
If only I could run and hide
The cup before my face is passed
I only see the empty half

I AM

I am interprative
I am possesive
I am everything
I am nothing at all
I am

I am love
I am laughter
I am sorrow
I am pain
I am

I am confidence
I am beauty
I am empty
I am hollow
I am

I am the brainchild to a new generation
I am the secretion of a generation now past
I am stability
I am insanity
I am

I am the person you most want to be
I am the person you fear you've become
I am integrity
I am betrayal
I am

I am sacred
I am holy
I am scarred
I am evil
I am

I am intelligent
I am feeling
I am stupid
I am numb
I am

I am interprative
I am possesive
I am everything
I am nothing at all
I am

The Preacher

In a city far away
All the people gather round
And they all kneel down to prey
In a square outside of town

Enter in the holy preacher
All the heads bow low in fear
He is their respected teacher
But they quiver when he's near

Come hear his sermon
It's something to be heard
Cause his voice is like a noose
And you will hang on every word!

With a fire in his eyes
The preacher starts to speak
Fills your mind with ruthless lies
Makes you feel so small and weak

And alas a proclomation
Ringing loud throughout the land
Stirring up a sick sensation
"Behold! The end is at hand."

Come see the Preacher
Your fears are reassured
Cause his voice is like a noose
And you will hang on every word!

Spectre

I see her again
Shimmering
Translucent
This apparation of beauty
She stares away
Looking so lost, so empty
Why does she choose me?
She keeps her distance again
She always has
But again she lets me see her
Her billowing gown
Her radiant blue haze
A cold chill runs up my spine
As cold as the last time
Something in her face
mysterious
beautiful
haunted...
I long to touch her
To speak to her
Does she have a voice?
Or is it long since faded
like the joy from her face
Perhaps one day I may help her
Or set her spirit free
But for now my nameless spectre
Stays with me

Wishful Thinking

Thing of beauty, thing of life
Come before me, please tonight
Make me happy, Make me whole
Fill my tired and withered soul
One more thing before I leave
Make me cry and hurt and bleed

Trample on my broken heart
Tear my hollow world apart
If you think I've had enough
Open up and show me love
But if that love should grow to strong
Suck it dry until it's gone

Make me hunger, Make me mourn
Make me feel hurt and forlorn
Touch my face with tender care
Then act like you were never there
Give me something to hope for
Then make me hurt like ne'r before

Thing of beauty, thing of life
One more thing I wish tonight
Before betrayal comes once more
Turn around and slam the door
I wish I may, I wish I might
Not see another love tonight


New

The screams and lies, they seem so far away
I wish that I could only touch their face
And say to them, I finally found my place

I look back at the way I used to be
And feel the way that I've been set free
Reflections stirring deep inside of me

Am I the only one who remembers?
Am I the only one who heard?
The flames subside and now are mearly embers
And any other way just seems absurd

Collages of the past they light my face
The colors twist and turn and form a shape
Is the light they bring enough to light my way?

And now I look towards another day
Each new step that I make
Will help me carry all of that away

Am I the only one who remembers?
Am I the only one who heard?
The flames subside and now are mearly embers
A new beginning slowly now unfurls

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