Underneath the Sadist dream (Dec. 19 2006)
Glass water on an icy path,
queens arrow the quickest wrath,
summer songs a distant melody,
drama long the systems crashing plea.
Man doth sing to her from window pane,
a voice like plastered youth of freedom reign
dying breeds of hound and wolf cry out
amongst the youth they took,
breathing slowly to stop the pain,
the game around us wont feel the same.
Glass water on an icy pass this blissful feeling
was not meant to last,
soul shaken surroundings of morning dew,
Gods only children dream of you.
Glass water on an icy path summer painted
in green grass,
morning somber salts and breakfast feast,
of cold dead animals the living treats,
brewed up softly with mothers song,
the queens arrow growing long.
Melody of what use to be,
white knights, gray shadows time without heat,
Glass water upon an icy path,
green summers the mother’s last remaining wrath.
Pure children forgotten in the smog,
Sadist written down the last of the songs.
Glass windows opened never closed,
the queens arrows pouring brews of mystic woes,
Leaves falling on a distant sky,
trees crawling back into another time,
Glass water painting an icy pass,
Green shadows the kings dying last.
queens arrows mothers wish,
children reigning oh what bliss.
Glass water on an icy path this feeling was never meant to last.
