BrokenMirrorz

Take the flesh away, the rot, decay, And the soul remains. Shes a goddess, shes the magic left Beneath the thin veneer of civility And tame stability, Raging and passionate.

If Eternity danced on the head of a pin, it would live in the flash of light on color and the shadow beneath the leaves. It would live in the sunlight filtering through the circle opening between the trees. Strength lives in sound and the secret of flight lies locked in the mathematical equations behind the vibrations. True magic isnt behind the so called spells, the explanations, the logic. Life is the spell, infinity lives in breath.

I slip deep into myself and turn my world Into a glittering crystal sphere on a blanket of stars Slowly but surely my mind wraps around my heart And I rip the lies off of the scars And let my apocalypse of the self begin I take the glittering wasteland and set in aflame I converse with infinity to try to find Some way to look beyond this broken memory of time And break the dome of my inner self To free something so much stronger Diamonds fall from crystal eyes And I find a harlequin spinning true lies I refuse to lay tribute at the feet of a false god Too often beaten by blasphemous wrath And I begin to take back what was my own

My troubles lie under guarded sleep A silent song, my secrets to keep And I dream of your loving eyes over mine Losing myself in stolen time And I make a promise to myself This time no begging This time no tears There's no room for truth now No room at all for fear When we both know it's so wrong I'll lose myself in this sin And revel in a temporary paradise I swear I won't tell a soul About this most enticing vice I promise, no one I won't whisper it to my friends Only to the lonely dark of night I love you my darling My wicked delight

Care to take in a little moonlight Beneath the willows tonight? The ocean breeze drifts in with the storm The air is damp and the mist commingles With the scent of you on my skin... Seconds stretch into a lifetime I still taste you on my lips. Each moment is stretched out into a painting Of my memory You're the bad habit that I just can't quit Let me be you're hungover epiphany When I'm already gone before the dawn...

I'm watching this world Count down to it's pinnacle The doomsday clock ticking and I'm smiling Content to sit back and watch it Self destruct Each moment is another note in a Symphony of Beautiful annihilation The telephone rings and The answers are lies The highest bidder wrapped In barb wire vice And eyes lost and seeking For something that can't be Found Tortured and seeking in the city That's falling down into The oceans incarnadine A mask of deceit sits back and watches It all Fall down and cave in Upon itself And soon I lose this mask of deceit And show them the cold truth What they don't seem to see From benea

A ghost memory of a caress Brushes down my spine There's an invitation on my lips I won't utter again Nor the words I hold inside Your favorite three word line And the heat collides with my skin In a phantom embrace A derisive parody of the past A vagary, my reverie Nothing more than a hollow dream Of a past I leave behind

If love is giving, is taking hate? I feel myself slowly letting go and the tendrils of my being drift into the water as I slip into abeyance. Time has no meaning, not marked by the ticking of a clock, or the music I've learned to ignore. Words try to slip from within, but ignorant syllables emerge, confused as they are dissonant. I lament the past even as I shed tears of joy. I find solace in the waves breaking over me, transforming a moment of sorrow into halcyon euphoria. My questions calm, and I'm lost in the savage innocence of the sea. Perhaps peace is found in letting go of the thin veneer of civility and thought, in embracing a silenc