Album: Bitter Quill

Fortress Of Pains, Goddess Of Wishes

Linger by every evening past ten...
And sit with your lips fixated one inch away from my ear
Thoughts paling in comparison
To the emotions that thunder and roar
With the mere feeling of your presence

My muse...
Will you give me dreams filled with
Unicorns, angels, and a fallacy called true love
So that I might compose
The epitome of surreal when the early dawn breaks

Take a step down from your status higher than I
And make love to my senses...
Tease me with the tantalizing touch my
Poetry years to tell of experience
I'm tired of wishes

Take an imagined blade, place it in my hand
And help me push it through my veins
Then maybe I'll know how to make the masses cry
And truely record the sensation of life draining away

Bring the weapons of choice and carbon copies
Of every enemy you've ever drawn from my dreams
Slash, scream... splash
Let all the blood spilled fill my pen...
And drain into art in the form of morbidities

Cradle my deep and honest yearning to satisfy you
And interrupt my everyday thought
Whispering nothing more than quivered breathing
Leaving my ears to hear
What they wish to hear