- 04. Parisian Sun
Sun shines pale through the window,
Through the ghosts, that dim this town.
Arms, that hold you burn off like fog in the heat of the sun.
Do not mistake them for flesh and blood.
This girl never laughs and she does not cry.
For we all beam with hope,
- A Desperate Resolution
"Don't get your hopes up,"
said the people I trust.
More easily said than done.
It's been a hard lesson.
There's something wrong
when one becomes
reluctant to fall in love,
when one's own blood
- Cradle For A King
Everyone sees through you
How do you sleep at night?
Translucent eyelids dont keep out the light
Eyes that bulge apathetically
From your engorged (yet empty) head
Resting on a pillow bursting with dreams that will never take flight
Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired limbs
Become hauntingly, disturbingly, and loudly chanted hymns
- Exile
When you gaze into your polished metal plates
You picture the face of a man who longs to see his soul
But claws are claws, whether sharpened or painted or blunted
From hours of bounding, one-track-minded, through the snow
I have arrived, an exile too inferior for your highness to fight
Armored, not humored, and prepared to seize your life
The prisoner I came to rescue sits down to watch the fight
With tears in her eyes,
- The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands
Deformed from gripping the rock so tight
Close to the sun in lonely lands
But the wax never melts from his wings
Ringed with the azure world he stands
Emperor of the sky, lord of the ocean
The very image of a king
- The Unwelcome Savior
You will find that some of the most exquisite eyes
Mask the cruelest secrets
A villainous in a goddess disguise
I grew to easily distinguish your lies
Your glossy, sincere smile, always too eager to please
Everything good, everything hopeful that you ever said
An obvious falsity, another loss of innocence