Chaotic Paradise -Part 3-

Title: Chaotic Paradise (Part 3)
Date: June 30 2004

Can you bleed through these fingertips which cradle my face
As I cry through these eyes under crimson-stained lace
I lay on the floor surrounded by death
Losing the whisp of my one and last breath
The treason I face is for all I've done
Remembering now that you aren't the one
I constantly remind myself to lose my interest in you
If I fall in that Coma of Darkness again I will not pull through
The tender memories of you I once had
Have died this day and have left me beyond sad
As I reminisce again and again about all we've seen
I remind myself it was a nightmare and not just a dream.

The lamentations are causing my eyes to bleed
All accusations are pulling me beyond my needs
I find myself indulging in misery's delights
Laughing at torment and the endless nights
I fear for my safety, that someday I could live again
And do it all over but end with the same pain
Righteousness in the depths of Hell
Is not known or even mentioned where we dwell
Toxic voices seep over the crowd
I hear all the sins and see curses so loud
Many days I just want to sleep
As always I am left with eternal tears to weep.

Over and over you lay down the lies
And yet the hunger of passion still burns in my eyes
Sepulchres and Specters scream in desire
When nothing of me is left for any being to admire
As I tend to do live now without any law
I have split into differences for every flaw
Mindless self indulgence created my selves
We have come to conquer and take your selves
Summoning the courage to keep me from releasing you
We feel there is nothing really left to do
Let you die and hand you your fate
As we leave you at Hell's Gate.

But as we stare and start to twitch
A shadow appears and causes an itch
He comes to relieve from despair
And gives us a life and a love to share
To hold his hand and be gifted with relief
Yet I still ponder and wonder of my grief
Is it possible to find a new love?
To forsake the one you assumed was from above?
Can this be real or just another proposterous trick?
The fog over my eyes has become very thick
Such reveries will have to wait
Just pray and linger but I fear I'll say, "It's too late"..