Sacred meadow in my head infected by the living dead

La Luna II

Chosen to lead all who follow none,
A man within walls of himself comes undone
Moonlight reality of fantasy or meant to be
But bleeding thoughts are trapped inside his head

The sun will rise and set but the moon will always follow
A phantom of the day that only light can swallow
Hidden in the high-up white, revealed fully through the night
but the light that shines from her is borrowed

La luna drifts away but causes tides on mother Gaia,
faintly in the day a prism flying toward horizon
Debt for light in present flight, a wonder to the people
Concepts: free and liberty unfit describe celestiality
Instead, the art of ever truth and never lying
No bed, no home, no place of dying

The sun will rise and set but the moon will always follow
A phantom of the day that only light can swallow
Hidden in the high-up white, revealed fully through the night
The light that shines from her is borrowed

To every light there's a dark
not always a calm before the storm
Scarred with the age of years
scaring, bringing forth the tears and fears
Look to the stars for guidance
but you weren't always there
When you are gone all is lost
All is lost
All is lost

Fixing the loss

Chains drape like curtains from the ceiling
Tougher than steel nails
Cardboard boxes on paper trails
Fill full the shelving with you
Inside every photograph, your face
Mountains bow before your love
Yet broken trust is torn among the loss

I did it all, the past is set
It cannot change which I regret
I broke her heart, went back to start
Without the chance to change the past
But given wish to mend her heart.

The End Of Autumn

Cityscapes saught silence on the sidewalks
Cars conversing cause crashes and chaos
Cement poured across the meadow that's now lost
There is no end for the future

Leaves leap off trees only to be blown and swept away
The present is tomorrow's past, the future's yesterday
A chilling quilt fills the land with shades of dying grey
Where color bloomed now dead today, a debt we can't repay

Crumbled away the former empires of yesterday
As night flows through day, all else fades away
Mankind is so unkind to believe we justify our means
With sins that time will wash away,
A race became unclean, dull polish hardly gleams
Change is here in few short years,
For nothing's as it seems.

Autumn's dewy breath is frozen by Death
As life retreats to the rarities of warmth
Warning none of fading sun the winter snow has come and won
Echoing hands of time strangle every life until it's done

BOONDOCK SAINTS II: ALL SAINTS DAY

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