Truest Love Awaiting In Frost
In the Winters of the Damned, Time it has no end
The seasons may change, but they merely blur
Such tragedies are from the Wisdom's granted
However no matter what the mind, it's bound to occur
The ice will fall and rime will cover the Earth
At least in the eyes, at least in the mind
Such a frosted beautiful wonderland of frozen promises
Where trees no longer sway in the breeze
And love begins and ends as fast as a New World sneeze
When the rain falls, it only adds to the abysmal luster of ice
Where the cold wind's chill awakens the bump in the skin
And remind thee how alone thou might truly be
Such a lack of emotion and care or concern can show thy how to see
The meanings of life lost in zones of twilight and total fucking darkness
Millions of snow flake souls fall to the ground and become like the herd
But only a few drift in the breeze and are carried to splendour
Carnality and Peace of Mind, however volatile
Can create the greatest of synergies
Frozen fingers striking the keys, playing my heart's lament in Miser E
Warmest of breath crashing into the air like a thousand dead souls
Succumbing to the frost so ever sweetly, blowing away in the breeze
The Fortress of the Heart can stay locked in archaic frost for centuries
Without the slightest glimmer of hope or prosperity
But when the impossible occurs
(Like jehovah admitting he was wrong,
Like all the angels singing a Hell's choir song,
Like a beautiful flower rejected in most fragile of bloom,
Or christians laying down apologies on the slaughtered's tomb)
And love waltzes in granting Peace of Mind and Carnality
Hope, and at long last a glimmer of Prosperity
Thy should reprieve thine heart to meld with it
For ever the raised chances of blistered scars
But higher the chances of kissing the stars
Dance on the ice sheeted tiles and glance at the sky
The gray clouds light up in thine eye
And the tingling of pain and the promise of bliss
Shall arise in thy heart, and leave it a few beats amiss
It shall cut thee quick to the core
Like rendering a change of heart in the whore
Silver's scent tingling like a fragrance forgotten long ago
It laces thy heart, and ever high, the fear of it letting go
Forever, in knowing, thy shall be for what thine bestow
"Is everything for nothing? Or in nothing I gain everything?"
Truest love does not come from thy fingertips in which to control
It's like a soul that weeps and gets loose from sanity and can seem droll
But such chances are too worth while to look the other way and move on, evermore
Such as a touch can melt thy fortress down to a small shed
And intercourse can go straight to thine head
But when Carnality and Peace of Mind hold hands
This is the call for the press of metal bands
A promise is like a flower, you must keep it alive
You must feed and nuture it, to let it thrive
Even though far as you can see is only white-sheeted hills and valleys
Forget not of my words as thy feet crunch the ice on the Hills of Time
When that Flame comes near and wants to melt thine heart
Give it a kiss, and from there, two snow flakes shall be given a start
To sway in the breeze where the trees do, no more
On this frozen Earth, where they shall never fall into the herd
But fly ever high, like the gift of the bird
Like a dark purpled orchid, growing in trapped ice
Ye shall grow unto thyself, but who shall see it?
For as beauty grows rampant in the eyes hidden lines
So it shall wilt, if forgotten in time
Capture the moments of Life's Promised Gifts
For thy shall only know truly, a crash or a miss
Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
In the tickle of a feather, or a whip of a mistress
For a beauty left bare to see only itself
Is like a woman, cast away, dust-ridden on the shelf
The splash of water can awaken thyself briefly
But thine eyes must be forced open to see clearly
As angels are gremlins, and Daemons are the epitome of Love
You must see past the politics of "Push comes to shove"
Thou needs not an IV of frozen water to get the feel of despair
Thou needs to open up and breathe in moments of care
Beauty sees not age, nor any statute of limitations
However people long ago, set forth Good and Evil castrations
But my moment here is coming to pass
And even though most of my words may not be remembered or last
Stay still and I shall whisper this final line to cast
So I shall tell ye, now in my frosted beautiful wonderland
Rush if ye will to heated shores
But I shall stay walking, in the snow, evermore.
The seasons may change, but they merely blur
Such tragedies are from the Wisdom's granted
However no matter what the mind, it's bound to occur
The ice will fall and rime will cover the Earth
At least in the eyes, at least in the mind
Such a frosted beautiful wonderland of frozen promises
Where trees no longer sway in the breeze
And love begins and ends as fast as a New World sneeze
When the rain falls, it only adds to the abysmal luster of ice
Where the cold wind's chill awakens the bump in the skin
And remind thee how alone thou might truly be
Such a lack of emotion and care or concern can show thy how to see
The meanings of life lost in zones of twilight and total fucking darkness
Millions of snow flake souls fall to the ground and become like the herd
But only a few drift in the breeze and are carried to splendour
Carnality and Peace of Mind, however volatile
Can create the greatest of synergies
Frozen fingers striking the keys, playing my heart's lament in Miser E
Warmest of breath crashing into the air like a thousand dead souls
Succumbing to the frost so ever sweetly, blowing away in the breeze
The Fortress of the Heart can stay locked in archaic frost for centuries
Without the slightest glimmer of hope or prosperity
But when the impossible occurs
(Like jehovah admitting he was wrong,
Like all the angels singing a Hell's choir song,
Like a beautiful flower rejected in most fragile of bloom,
Or christians laying down apologies on the slaughtered's tomb)
And love waltzes in granting Peace of Mind and Carnality
Hope, and at long last a glimmer of Prosperity
Thy should reprieve thine heart to meld with it
For ever the raised chances of blistered scars
But higher the chances of kissing the stars
Dance on the ice sheeted tiles and glance at the sky
The gray clouds light up in thine eye
And the tingling of pain and the promise of bliss
Shall arise in thy heart, and leave it a few beats amiss
It shall cut thee quick to the core
Like rendering a change of heart in the whore
Silver's scent tingling like a fragrance forgotten long ago
It laces thy heart, and ever high, the fear of it letting go
Forever, in knowing, thy shall be for what thine bestow
"Is everything for nothing? Or in nothing I gain everything?"
Truest love does not come from thy fingertips in which to control
It's like a soul that weeps and gets loose from sanity and can seem droll
But such chances are too worth while to look the other way and move on, evermore
Such as a touch can melt thy fortress down to a small shed
And intercourse can go straight to thine head
But when Carnality and Peace of Mind hold hands
This is the call for the press of metal bands
A promise is like a flower, you must keep it alive
You must feed and nuture it, to let it thrive
Even though far as you can see is only white-sheeted hills and valleys
Forget not of my words as thy feet crunch the ice on the Hills of Time
When that Flame comes near and wants to melt thine heart
Give it a kiss, and from there, two snow flakes shall be given a start
To sway in the breeze where the trees do, no more
On this frozen Earth, where they shall never fall into the herd
But fly ever high, like the gift of the bird
Like a dark purpled orchid, growing in trapped ice
Ye shall grow unto thyself, but who shall see it?
For as beauty grows rampant in the eyes hidden lines
So it shall wilt, if forgotten in time
Capture the moments of Life's Promised Gifts
For thy shall only know truly, a crash or a miss
Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
In the tickle of a feather, or a whip of a mistress
For a beauty left bare to see only itself
Is like a woman, cast away, dust-ridden on the shelf
The splash of water can awaken thyself briefly
But thine eyes must be forced open to see clearly
As angels are gremlins, and Daemons are the epitome of Love
You must see past the politics of "Push comes to shove"
Thou needs not an IV of frozen water to get the feel of despair
Thou needs to open up and breathe in moments of care
Beauty sees not age, nor any statute of limitations
However people long ago, set forth Good and Evil castrations
But my moment here is coming to pass
And even though most of my words may not be remembered or last
Stay still and I shall whisper this final line to cast
So I shall tell ye, now in my frosted beautiful wonderland
Rush if ye will to heated shores
But I shall stay walking, in the snow, evermore.