Forget.

The mask is unveiled, the gloves are off.
There's no use fighting what's about to come.
You have yet to discover.
What lurks beneath the wings of the dove.
The cries are not of horror but of something else.
We are so immune to the pain that we feel.
How are we to become something when we've never been anything to begin with?
Can you really look at me and tell me all that you feel is real?
The way we move in the daylight is no match for how we fly in the night.
Misery is the next best thing besides drugs.
We use pain as an excuse and not as a malady.
This life is meant for more than what we have given.
The truth lies with the widow whose loneliness is her only friend.
Remember the days you walked by the shore never forgetting the way you once were?
We live only to die, we remember only to forget.

December.

Far away in the distance I hear those fateful chimes.
The wind decides what way to follow.
Lying on the ground in the darkness,feel the earth rumble.
Have you stuck the knife deep in her heart?
Have you felt?
Your continuing on like nothing has ever begun.
I stand infront of you about to ask you.
Yet you turn away , are you afraid?
The forest is alive tonight.
I dare you to come out.
Come out my darling, find me in the night.
Follow the path, down to the river.
I'll make you scream and quiver.
The wolf howls as you approach.
It's meant as a warning and yet it goes unnoticed.
Take heed.
The dare has been fulfilled.
Watch the shadows, watch them dance among the trees.
Can you feel that you are not alone?
Do you understand what's going on?
Run far away but always remember.
That fateful december.

The Hero's Tale.

Spill my pain across the floor, pour my hate out forever more.
Feel the rush of the crushing depression as I reach out to heaven.
I know I'm cast down into the depths of hell.
But at long last I don't need that pitiful wishing well.
Teach me what I need to know.
Help me learn to let go.
My mind is racing past the hours on the clock.
When will my heart finally stop?
The hero tells the tale of a lie,while the poor man dies.
This life is more of a fantasy then a reality.
Painful truths and memories of lost youth.
Uncover what you need to find that keeps you here.
My one last gasping breath is what I fear.
I clutch at my heart, as you tear me apart.
Blood is scattered and nothing else matters.