Just the same

Visions of hell walk alive under waning moon
Mistake of the lifetime, the lifeline long gone
How is time perceived when you're lost in memory?
The shadows of the mountain caving in to black abyss
Fine portrait robed in bliss prematurely kills first kiss
A thousand miles set alight are now a flaming blaze
Remembering the nights up late and talking every day

Grapple my emotion, but learn to stay away
How was I to know that I would be to blame
Tighten binding knots, blinding white upon the sands
I always thought I'm different, but I am just the same

A life in a second

I often wonder whether others wonder
"What's it like to be inside his head?"

Imagine a flash of lightning.
In the time it takes for the light to be gone,
this entire cycle is done.
My mind builds worlds and burns them the same day
Sometimes they die when they're born.
Others live on as questions I can't answer,
As problems I can't solve.

Imagine an acorn, still on the tree
It has to fall from great heights
But how can it ever grow without help?
The sun shines through blue skies, melting lakes
The little seed floats down the flowing rivers
Clouds live their lives way up high
When they die they fall, as the acorn
and together they create a life.

Far from first conception, the acorn lays down roots
A sprout pokes forth from the earth

Seasons pass as the tiny tree takes on stormy weather
Battling to survive winter's frosts
Summer floods wash the ground but the tree holds fast
All these obstacles have toughened its hide
Where once was soft green flesh, coarse bark now armors the tree

Where once was a seed, now lives a strong tree
A tree that's seen more than a being with sight
A child fights monsters on every branch
And returns to do so for many days
The joy of the boy could last only so long
And once again the tree finds itself all alone

Years pass without warning, the tree starts to age
Where once was green leaves, dead branches make a cage
The playtime of youth is long dead and gone
And it will never come back to this tree

The ancient wooden elder whose life spanned so long
Was struck down by lightning one strong summer storm
At that minute, the tree died to us all

Lovers come by burning hearts on a log
And passion pumps fuel with a kiss
The powerful tree now lies fallen and weak
A relic of what used to be

The Suffering Meadow

In between electrified dreams
Intense with intent to suspend
Blue eyes shy back from their keeper's black past
Here's a man dead long fore his time

Forgotten who he used to be
A monster impossible to be loved
Times change with storm rains
Fill full a river his pain
As tainted water charts its course
grappling roots feed without clue
Absorbing his hate, they wither and die
There's only so much good that the sun can do.

This meadow turned wasteland offers no hope
As time attacks any new growth
Eventually all life becomes fuel for the next
When the storms arrive back with clouds tainted black
Thor's throwing thunder from inside the sky
This suffering meadow is struck with a bolt
A grim scene shadowed by death
As sparks multiply the man's rage fills inside
Through the field of hate where he first sowed his fate
In the end, fire burns us all
Until nothing remains but ashes of bones
Somehow another life is born to repeat again