the hole has been dug, the underground lair has been made.
with shadows of regrets for rugs and upon the walls the eager loves wishes are laid.
mapping a future that no one can see, hiding a past no one can feel.
with the masters leash rendered useless, there is much to fear before the dawns new light.
a wild thought here, a maddening howl there.
All are screams that torture the soul, sending streaks of excited pain shooting into every crevice searching for the hurt of loves lost and memories of pain. shattering the anguish of a tormented past and the child's hell. drawings of pain give way to fields painted gold with the forth coming harvest of sorrow. bushels of grain with each kernel holding a single moment in time where fear and hatred turned the night into a maddening search for sanity. Fearful to love, to reach out, to ask for safe haven on the empty waves of a angry sea of hate. the winds blowing, howling as they whip past your ears whispering new tales of a demons desires. acting out and doing nothing
with shadows of regrets for rugs and upon the walls the eager loves wishes are laid.
mapping a future that no one can see, hiding a past no one can feel.
with the masters leash rendered useless, there is much to fear before the dawns new light.
a wild thought here, a maddening howl there.
All are screams that torture the soul, sending streaks of excited pain shooting into every crevice searching for the hurt of loves lost and memories of pain. shattering the anguish of a tormented past and the child's hell. drawings of pain give way to fields painted gold with the forth coming harvest of sorrow. bushels of grain with each kernel holding a single moment in time where fear and hatred turned the night into a maddening search for sanity. Fearful to love, to reach out, to ask for safe haven on the empty waves of a angry sea of hate. the winds blowing, howling as they whip past your ears whispering new tales of a demons desires. acting out and doing nothing
