I cry
I cry for myself
I cry for the society
I cry for the country
I cry for the world

Most of all I cry for myself
And the impotent rage
Inside me

It’s all I can do at the moment
Maybe tomorrow will be a new day

No more voices
I can hear in my head
No confusion
Only silence…

No one living
In the corner of my mind
It’s not crowded
I’m all alone…

No instruments
Playing sweet music
The orchestra is over
Only silence…

No more bright lights
Shining in my eye
No reflection
No emotion…

No more laughter
That bubbles over
No life no soul
Only death…

No more dancing
In the moonlight
No blood in the veins
Only darkness…

I had a dream
But I dont want to talk about it
There’s nothing left of left
I don’t feel right about it

I’m all the way back
To the place where it all began
When the pennies turned to pounds
And memories stayed clear, on the outside

The red spots pulsate
Into triangles of plastic strength
Piercing my mind with a million needles
I can see the light, its much too bright

I had a dream
I want to talk about it
Everything that’s left is all wrong
And I feel right about it

She said I was fine
People lose their minds all the time
She screams and cries every night
Right in my head

I had a dream
When I gave in to the bright light

Looking down upon his minions
Sits the Lord they call the Dark
They hail him their master, the sinners
Kneeling down faces upturned on his mark

It burns red the eternal fire
Upon his head sits the poisoned crown
They hail him, call him Sire
Invoking heathen names, they fall down

Blood runs down his throne
They drink it up in a bottomless cup
Beside Him the undead beast of stone
Flashes as they kneel and sup

Lightning and thunder rage on
The smell of death and decay linger
The dark path to them shown
Then he beckons and lays the finger

Crimson red is his bright ring
On which they shower their kisses
The long awaited King has come
To redeem the souls of sinners

The mark grows fiercely
As they prepare arms
The death cries of the black army
No time to sound the alarms

Better fall down, the time is nigh
The army wrought in hell is ready
Invasion begins, the stakes so high
There’s no help from above for the needy

Don’t cry, Don’t wimper
Give up your vows and your soul
He arises again, the skies darken
Welcome to the black hole.

Inspired by looking at Edward the Great, Iron Maiden’s poster above my bed.

Standing on the cliff I look across to the sea
The sun sets on the left, an orange red sky ahead
Its darkening around me, I look across to the sea

There’s a ship in the horizon, I know its coming back
I await for the ship, To dock in the harbour
Sally’s in the ship, I know she’s coming back

The light fades and the night creeps in
I still await on the cliff, as the sun disappears
I stand still feeling the cool breeze in my face

The sound of waves breaking on the rocks reach my ears
A sound that echoes the feeling in my heart
Like a thousand stings I feel the sea on my face

The ship grows bigger ever so slow in the night
The lights are on on deck, People looking towards the shore
The horns blow as the ship takes a turn

With a cry of dismay I wave my arms to no avail
Without a second look the ship turns away
My ship, my Sally they sail away.

The moon’s out the cold wind blows
Shivering in the wind and hopes on the rocks
I still await for her, standing on the cliff.