Winter Winds

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no
This time no"

We'll be washed and buried one day my girl
And the time we were given will be left for the world
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no"
Yes, my heart told my head
"This time no
This time no"

Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome

And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no"

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no
This time no"

Sick

The Human race makes me sick.
One of these days. Your heart will stop and play its final beat.
When the human race folds and can no longer play its hand. It will not be missed.

Demons and Devils have no choice because they are borne of evil. But the truly evil, are the ones who are born with a choice and choose only evil.
Greed and gluttony are sins only one species are fully capable of and you know which one.

Darkness

We are afraid of being in the dark because it reminds us of what is inside.

Who

Who are you really?

Why do you come along to disrupt this serenity?
This was all I had for comfort. A little peace and quiet in my heart was all I asked for. No need for perfection or completion. Just the nirvana of nothing. Just like the realms outside of consciousness we go there to surpass all emotions. So that we may transcend the emptiness. By being empty, we stop feeling empty.

Aplogies

I am no warrior.
I am no Poet.

I am weak.
I am empty.

I try not to give up.
Each day gets harder.

Goddamnit

Waking up means feeling empty yet again.
There's only so much that I can distract myself with each day.
Eventually that shit still appears.
Fuck this.

Remember me.

Can I be the only hope for you?
Because you're the only hope for me.
And If we can't find where we belong.
We'll have to make it on our own.