On Leather Wings

In the flames of life

When the quiet comes from strife

Rises a shadow of me

A shadow of what I used to be

In the smoky haze

I know the path of the maze

Tasting the fire on the tongue’s tip

Strength enough for one more trip

 

Back into the darkness

The light of the abyss

Beckons me

What will I see

As I fan the flames

And speak the names

 

Of the forgotten and the forsaken

Of the rights that were wrong’s mistaken

I travel the byways of the soul

Till I find the will to control

My decent into the earth

From which the demon will know birth

 

And on leather wings I will ascend into the tomorrow

With nothing but regret and sorrow

To fuel the fire within

And with my soul dipped and dripping the seven sins

Of all that I see around

And as I bring paradise down

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Noose

Slip free from the noose

That’s had me hanging

From the tree of certainty

In the valley of forsaken

 

Wandering the valley of the broken

Looking for the cliff of uncertainty

Wailing into the void like a banshee

Keening my song into the night

 

As I run from the sun , keeping my back to to the dawning light

My demon is on the loose

And I feel it changing

I feel it becoming me

Who wants Forever

This will never end

This is all I will ever know

There is no promise

There is no way to mend

All that remains is all I miss

All I see is what the mirror will show

 

Choices gone wrong

Voices familiar long gone

The sun sets

The moon forgets

 

Only the flickering flame of blame

Waiting to ignite the furnace of shame

To end the chill

Of all I feel

And the only thought of hope is to choke

Upon the blacken smoke

 

Of what was once a soul

And a lifetime of sin takes its toll

Morning Star

Twisting, turning

I can feel it burning

My soul aflame

In the long night’s pain

Where winning and losing are the same

And there’s nothing left to gain

From the bones of tomorrow

That create only more sorrow

To go with the memories of dreams

That became the nightmares of which I would scream

 

If only I had a voice

I would sing of the folly of choice

I would say aloud

All that once made me proud

Yet only hasten my fall

In the hope filled vanity

Of trying to keep my war torn sanity

In a world gone insane

By the phantom pain

 

That hope brings like little whispers

From the graves of the brave

And broken star trippers

Who cannot be saved

In mourning of the passing day

In the morning of a new way