The cities are sour, Filled with people that cower Yet silently, in bliss; the trees flower.
Humans are vessels, For an energy brighter than the stars, And who would seek to fly ever more On wings of gold and souls of old. But if you desire to prove me wrong Ask yourself, would you rather; Fly with me, Or sing your quarantine song?
As above So Below, Like life, And death, Yet now Only within; Behind walls Behind doors, Yet within Only you, A truth To seek, Alone, yet Not.
Red velvet Midsummer nights Your body, and my own. Lips are real When form is not; The weight of a soul, with pleasure I drown. Memories of things greater Rival Ivy in green, As you poison my heart, my voice taken. The moment, condensed, To ambrosia; an opus, Where one final breath… Continue reading In Secret Love
Bright like the sun The serpent twists, Uncertain of it's fate in my hands. Were each scale a soul To whom it gave a fruit, Then each would be a death To whose who, through faith, were mute. From the stars this serpent came Ablaze to Earth; "I am all that thou can… Continue reading Scenes of Orion