“Pedo Mellon a Minno”

Days pass onward
Listen as the flutes start to play
The differences of the dances
The grass is greener at the break of say

How flighting is the nerve
How remembering the mind
Night whispering our secrets
A prayer up to the divine

As the skies grow more grey
The gold shines much brighter
cry out!
cry out!
How this lack does frighten her

Fýst, find me
Distract like a swirling toke
As madness slithers in
Reducing all to lesser folk

To enter the gate of below
Until warmth has faded back away
When the curse is minimal
Then we may return to the light of day

Hidden Letters

What feels like years of silence
Thoughts repressed to none
Imagine though the shock from isolation
From darkness to finally see the sun

I’ve left my mark
My writing is on his arm
To forever bear
You wont forget those scars
Those broken shards
Just like that haunting stare
How could I forget his presence
When he alone heard in care

Was that suppose to be enough?
My own was banished long ago
It took death of hope to let you go
You never needed any help
You sold me out to save yourself
And I won’t listen to your shame
You ran away- you’re all the same

No one can reach me
Find so many truths again
My heart is just too dark to care
You can’t destroy what isn’t there

… What?
No,
These days come every now and again
But no way,
I thought that that was the end!

Do you want to meet again?
When our paths split so far in death
Are you proud of yourself, faggot?
Are you glad I left you alone?

As much as the storm churns
And all I can do is shake my head
Some things must last forever
Even when we’re dead

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Is there any wonder I’m not right?
Tortured to ends by this madness
Are there too many wrongs to right?
I don’t want to say goodnight!