Hey, Today. Good morning today, My yesterday's self is still in dismay The sun it turned all up and down In this endless quest each day I drown For times they are always a-changing Rolling their dice while destiny's clinging To the soul of today's sorrow, Trying to influence your taste of tomorrow

The End Of Slumber When the bards sang their song, We knew the timing was wrong The days had passed out to the past The decay was coming fast. Hearing riders, four in their number, The world was beyond its slumber As things trembled in the world, The question remained: what did we do of what we were told?

There Is A Fear There is a fear in the darkness A fear that makes crows scare Passengers mutilated in likeness For a purpose beyond the fair. People in dissaray, glaring so bright From another world, built out of sight For a stallion of breaches In the core of the sea where the Siren preaches In stains of blood a song of the ages Down, down, in the old rusted cages.

Lost In A Story Of Personal Vengeance With Oneself A lot of us are broken, A lot of us leave in fear For gratitude we hold no token, We run scared from things that never really appear. They twist the kinded soul Like gusts of wind from kindred spirits Resembling thorny pieces of charcoal They fall with darkness and no merits. Never again will they ever regain The great white-headed beauty they once held Only because they can not retain The Power they had.. for now it is jailed In their prison of hatred, doom and anxiety So when they smile at you, you feel they are dead You cry in lonely revery for their striking dread Swearing upon an ice-cold star that you will seek propriety