How long has the moon followed the earth,
In a death grip that has lasted longer than life.
Nothing, but this
Can truly last forever,
Not even love can see infinity.
Nor is any hope of being immortal
Ever coming to such an understanding.

Welcome to the next,
Where anything is possible,
And everything is a possibility.
This is my world,
A place of hope and forgiveness—
Where love is all my own
And is given to the only one for me.
Such delicate hands,
That trace the outlines of my words—
You are my love

Who are we to say,
What life is meant to be...
So much we want,
We need
Or try to become.

But what are we supposed to feel,
As each day goes on.
And when the pain grows more
Than any could handle—
Beyond this curse
I shall still see the sunset,
Never rising or never falling.

Still so beautiful,
With no more moments
Just an endless eternity
Collapsing this one fine day.

Then this destiny
Shall be mine and not yours—
Love one and hold all others close,
And pay attention to each minute

May I shed a tear for thee,
While I walk.
Its been so long
Since last we talked—
Or made each other laugh.
But the fragrance is still hot in my mind,
Giving me a lasting memory
Of your sweet eyes.

Shall my soul know another,
With your passionate remarks
Sweet temptations
And that overwhelming charm.

I hate to think,
These last few moments
Just to be tainted by loneliness—
As I sit staring into space
In my rocking chair.
Admiring what could have been for me...

May I hold your hand,
In the fading moonlight.
Where hope can only live in a thought
Rather than a life
To keep it safe.
But will the warmth
Of your love confuse,
The only true notion I have seen.


Shall desperation only know the heart
Of all those it has struck down
With its mighty axe.
Take this boy,
And make him a man
Who does not cry,
Nor shed a tear
For anyone, not even his own pain.


Without love this can only be known,
Where life has no hope,
When your heart is so far
From only one soul

Time is but a mindless thing,
Challenging all those who dare tread
Where it has ultimately laid claim.
None but a few
Can ever hope to escape
Its grueling clasp—
Tearing the flesh from your bones
As you scream in terror.

Hope is far from this beast,
That can turn the young to dust
If only given time to act upon
Its fearful nature of sorts.
Create pain for the beast,
Prepare your blade and axe for battle—
Sharpened to its very end
And to not run,
Because you shall win

Make a call to the fearless,
Open your eyes to the tragedies of everything.
Trinity awaits your soul in death,
While Infinity sits guarding the afterlife.
Hope is but a wondrous and brittle thing—
Held upon strings weaker than the human heart.

How much does it take,
To climb a hill?
Win that daring marathon?
Where would that victory take you—
If life was the ultimate path
To your will very own fate.

Take this to be a fact,
Among the wretched and desperate
A ludicrous fact to be wrought

If life shall torment me,
Than why cannot I torment life...?
Should time be passed
And not attempted to be caught,
In ones open hand.
Truly no other like you has taken so much,
Destroyed love in my heart—
And churned mostly unwanted desires
In my minds only known memories.

Could we try again,
For we both deserve it,
And none of us can defy the facts
That love was all we had in the day
And untamed passions—
Under the moons watchful eye.

May I be the same again in my dreams,

When we try so hard to be noticed,
Can our souls bear the person we became.
Shall it be a simple action to take
Or should our lives be the price,
To change everything back.
Will the losers always fail,
Where the winners take all from their victims.

Destiny is all a noble triumph
As evolution pushes us along this destructive path
To the end of all we have sacrificed to be here.
Among the trees,
Bearing fruits for a new day.
Can we eat such sweet nectar—
Since its very existence caused our very downfall.

Destructive behaviors,
Can lead to an angered soul.
But does your own personality lead you to thispath—
Or does the people you know
Give you those risks
To make you destructive in nature.

The mind needs love,
Rather than the ignorance of hate.
Shall we all see the problems we cause
For life is a leading factor
To give us tempers,
Making the lives we lead bitter and cruel.

Become a friend to those you hate—
For enemies make you fear the world more
And uneasiness
Gives you nothing but hurt.

Young to age, but old in thought—
I still wait for a time to be one with my mind to see.
Shall the mist of this damp dream,
Make hast to waste,
My thoughts to be placed.
Contemplate what may not trace—
My attraction to this inaction.

You where my love in life,
And my woman to end all strife.
But now what is to be,
Must be what my eyes cannot foresee.
In mere depths to this world,
Where time has no fortune
And men lay in the depths of one misfortune.

Now my eyes are heavy,
As all strength seems to flounder—