Dormant Lies Awakened

Made a new day from strands of regret. Life is still twitching lips. There was no truth searched. Cards were dealt. The Fool at the left of the goat, High Priestess crossed by the King of Swords. Deathlike creation on the Wheel of Fortune. Time is made to creak and stretched to accommodate. 93 - it's begun.

"It's Over"

"Feel the tears

 I can feel the tears

 Running through the years

 Tears"

 Level 42 - It's over.

sitting on an old thought tree
in a mind that was plenty
shackle-free to twist fate
riding hard through hell's gate
hindsight is always twenty, twenty

"Scorpio Rising"

Red snakes in the enemy, on the wings of tomorrow's black hour. Hooded eyes, deception is always worth a stab in the back. Mother Mary hold me dear as I burn with your heart in the mammoth mist. Breathing has arrived difficult wisps of air hard to pay with. For goodness has gone too far into the boundaries of demise. Wish one six more to the fanged one, slouched and slow so bad can die.

The fearless whiteness, the jazzy impossibility of a true restart, low water snaking in the past, passive floodgates, soaping new the optimism with starkly grey contrast on the helper stage, shapevile, vast nothingness, impartial isolated thoughts, begging little pools of oil, innards of another world, slopingly seeking to ride a wave into the stormcenter stupidness of now. The way in was the way out.

Left down domination
Skin-greyed time
Blood torn ties
Heavy I sigh

Eyes are done
With disbelief
Slighted I have come
Bent at the knee

Dicing the mirrors
End chasing shards
One last plunge
To make it high