When walking on ice
You're bound to fall
Descend to the depths
And heed the call

I hear it late at night
It's like a telepathic connection
Piercing lucid dreams with astral projection
Reality is so far away
I'm only moved by musical methods
I peer into perception and deflect deception

I split rifts in existence
Find the form and the function
Probe into minds
Diagnosis dysfunction.

Skylark

I remember I used to be scared of the skylark
So majestic and so free
I wondered how something so miniscule
Could intimidate one like me

How high can a bird fly?
To the heavens I thought, or near it.
As its wings rise to the skies
I often wondered why I feared it.

And now I realize
Wherein lies the root of my fright
As I stare up into the heavens
Blinded by the light

You fear that which you envy.
Living in a glass house wrought with bricks
From within streams forth a flood of rapture
Cold as the river Styx

Sometimes I look to a silver sphere
Lit ablaze in an ashen sky
I sit as the stars shimmer
And I wish that I could fly.

You need not see a skylark
To know that it is near
For it only sings amid ascension
So it's sweet song is all you need to hear

As it glides through the sky
I cannot help but wonder
Does a skylark dream?
Does it wonder how or why.
Does a skylark feel joy?
And does it ever cry?

And when I hear the sweet symphony
Intoxicated by the harmonious madness of the skies
I look into the distance
And I wish, that I could fly.

When you look inside me.
You light my mind ablaze.
When all I see is fog,
You dispel the haze.

Bury my heart.
And make my mind shiver
Memories ring,
Right down the river

Fragments of fiction,
Crystallized in icy streams.
Take me so high,
Memories of dreams.

I never meant for it to come to this,
but it is what it were.
I flesh the fire from my fate,
And make my soul stir

When you look inside me.
You turn all that’s been taught into doubt.
When for knowledge I am thirsty,
You relieve the drought.

Revelations of mind
Out of sight, out of bind.
Psychic psychosis,
Finally
Relieves the blind.

Sweet suffering aches but soothes the soul.
Illuminates my mind, but feels so cold

All you need is a spark to start the apocalypse

All you need is a spark.

All you need is a spark.

When you look inside me.
Tear out my heart and leave it noir.
Dark as the abyss,
Black as blackest tar.

When you look inside me.
A pristine meadow has been marred.
A spear of ice that nails my nerves,
and yet the pain seems so far.
An affliction that ignites the mind,
Although all it leaves is scars.

When you look inside me,
You turn me into a star.

When you look inside me,
You turn me into a star.

An empty feeling that strikes deep,
A hollow dream, manifested.
Brewing, burning.
Wanting, yearning.

It devours all thoughts.
A hunger you can’t quench.
A fire,
That is never extinguished

Melodic mania,
Massively makes my mind melt.
Thoughts solidify
Form like NASA,
Towards the asteroid belt.

No control.
My blind states lost all restraint,
I feel the taint,
New walls peel with fresh paint.

My souls a nebula.
Waiting to form into a star.
Dark clouds obscure my horizon,
The light seems so far…

Is it real?
Or just a vivid illusion.
Shell shocked souls sun struck by their delusions.