Evening Star"

Behold my sunlit dream ascending
To the sky's embrace
No more darkness and pretending
The grave's a lonely place

Every night I wept, lamenting
I couldn't reach that far
I always lived each day depending
On you, my evening star

And with this dark, foreboding liar
Comes a heart grown cold
A man who knows his own desire
One he's afraid to hold

So bury me inside your thoughts
And let me fade away
Forget me, and remember naught
Of my last earthly days

And maybe in the next life after
This journey is done
The fields will echo with our laughter
Our hearts at last as one

"Feel"

Now I stand here, waiting
Dark thoughts moving
To and fro, destroying, creating
Why must I feel?
Now, in the summer of my own discontent
I pray for my demons
To sleep and relent
You spoke the words they wanted to hear
I bid thee leave, come nowhere near
All this havoc, this damage wrought
Was our sacrifice for naught?
Injustice rears his ugly head
I beg to take your place
Let me be the lamb instead
These things I know, these things I see
I haven't changed, but I know I'm not me
No longer of iron
No longer of steel
I dread these dreams I know are real
I'm given a gift, the gift of rage
But I'm no prophet and I'm no sage
These moments of greatness
Our moments of pain
Was it worth it, all to stop this?
You offered shelter from the cold rain
I've seen my shadow and my angel flicker
And I've watched the devils come and whisper
Nothing to see, nothing to say
I can't stop her from going away
Why must I feel?
Humanity's a curse
And the vessel of fools
I look back upon this
And my rusted tools
No longer seem fitting, and in their disrepair
I'm no longer able to seek her there
So on I've waited my whole lifetime
Is feeling a weakness, is loving a crime?
Before I forever leave your light
I bid you all farewell and goodnight

"Futile"

The shocking weight of heavy hands
Awoke me from my sleep
Upon my shoulders the mantle stands
A memory to keep
Wandering in smoke-filled halls
All distances are one
Here the victim of my pride crawls
A memory to shun

Within this broken ziggurat
A banshee screams with rage
Reading the tome for which I fought
I sigh and turn the page
Upon the shattered pedestal
A statue sheds its tear
An image of God apocryphal
His soul corrupt with fear

As dusk settles across the earth
My essence fades away
Forgotten castle, crumbled hearth
Nothing seems to stay