This
         *contained
                            energy
   Will be the
******* end of me
                      
     In my symphonic body I paint a note too hard to reach
     Still I speak as though im at the peak
    Staring down at fallen leaves

     Acknowledging to myself if I was to actually leap,
       I would already be on the ground

   No sound comes around as I scream from my mouth
           Temptation to change perceptions of me are too big to ignore
           They beget more of their own kind than before
       And now im staring up at that note from my bedroom floor
If I could reach it
       In the right key it might open a door
And let in fresh air to sink into my pores
  
This
         Contained
                              Energy
Could be the end of me
But I promise I wont let it
      I will strive to fly higher until I finally have spent it

Will you love me when I'm 80
When I walk and talk real slow?
Will you love my wrinkles
If I let them show?
Will you hold me every night
And kiss me in the morning light?
And when I see my last sunrise
Will you hold me when I die?

Good ending
To a bad week
Break from defending,
I feel tired and weak.

Armor to repair,
Blades to sharpen.
Wash the gore from our hair,
To sweet drink and music we hearken.

Weary bones,
Time to rest.
The battle zones,
Now wear our crest.

Hug your children,
Make love to your wives.
Against the odds of a million,
We survive.

Carpe Diem

Will I wake up and live
the dream I am dreaming
OR
Will I fall asleep and dream
the dream I am living...

The empty cup
the empty jar pours into
That's fullness...

Tori sang it so well. . .

I'm a Fire On The Side

He comes to me for pleasure

But sleeps next to her every night

I don't know when I started caring

Nor if I even should

But one thing I do know now

Is that I wouldn't leave him if I could

I love the feel of his arms around me

I love waking with his skin against mine

How long before we're alone again?

What can I do to pass the time?

It's evil to be this, this *****, this *****

It's wrong to think he'd feel anything more

I'm just his Fire On The Side, burning his soul

But she has his heart, I, just this gaping hole.

I have a love for hatred

Since you clipped my wings

I wasn't trying to get away

But now I want to leave

If there's no trust -

How is there love?

How can you judge my dreams?

All I wanted was to be loved by you

Now only hatred is left for me