Chalice Borealis, lighting up the night No wonderland for Alice, she don't have the right Chalice Borealis, how does your garden glow? Molly, don't work
chalice of gold A guard as they say, paralyzed Follow the cries from out of the blood The wine in the cup [Gabriel:] Out of the wine, out of the chalice
Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of
Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions For the sanguine expectations that embellished
A mighty and unprecedented thought A vagrant memory from wilderness Where the civil and the servant are sought And tracing living death is frivolous It
My better self was always born tomorrow Though the wings of failed seraphs I would borrow As nights became obsessed with introspection The days a contravention
Thirteen years Inside your play To rise one day And find you dead The world had fled With much unsaid My last paternal kiss Thirteen years I missed your
You see me hang my spirits high My dirty linen's out to dry I've sought not freedom nor espy Placating reason in the rhyme A vindication of my crime
When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel's touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until
The night sky lights the fallen star To hold us in its grasp yet mock us from afar As cancer holds us all askew To mourn the dying now and start a life
Where once a naive child learnt the ropes of life and pain An ashen path has forged to view those remnants with disdain As leaves descending earthward
Do I only have conviction When my opinion lives in isolation? Is this portion of reality A frail and tangential foundation? Who mapped the course To
The change is made within an innocent breath A veil around an existence Accursed with a solitary death Dancing a line of unending decline Over chasms
I had to face you again I had to taste you once more Alone, I had to hit that wall With you as my mentor And watch my wretched flesh rot Inhaling the
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that I
Her mind engulfed with loathsome thoughts,the devil and dismay The burden of lifes' theatre and the stage on which we play Autumnal sun, no peace upon
As one we will embrace the dusk Of times we all lament For every aspiration lost And every fortune spent Such hellish thoughts relinquished In the nightmares
I decline April's fall High time to refine and vacate Still I'll miss such listless bliss This path was the last recourse Lucid hopes Chaos merchants
