Return to Quagmire (10)
Raking the wrist with a half broken fist
I don't remember it feeling quite like this.
The nestor who loved to roost is fighting
With wing and tooth drawing blood on
Every move. Sanguine lies expulsed
On every truth I tried to lay at its feet
And now its trying to eat me.
Isn't this spire for only the worthy?
Isn't my presence a recognition of something extraordinary?
Is my destruction really necessary, when we can share this territory?
A bird of prey and its howl of frenetic violence
Is nature's way of replaying the first angel's malevolence.
Suddenly I'm falling the mountain song is rapid
And now space is sucking me into its vapid mouth
From which not even light can escape and will void
My existence on earth for all eternity.
Such a calamity it is to me that everything
I've done will not greatly be remembered as anything
But a madman's last chance at
False redemption. Please let me feel the ground and soil,
Let the worms eat this shell and
Turn me into oil, please release this mortal coil.Epilogue
....And isn't always a sad tale of woe
About some Juliet and her Romeo?
Or just some average joe
That becomes a millionaire Fausto who
Finds out the other side really isn't grand
Just more money at hand and a thousand
More lies to fake and faces to take.
I suppose all these stories are the same.
I'd envy the unnamed, if I only could be insane,
Or at lease fake it all the way
To my cross with fate.
Let is bear me where it may,
Just let everyone remember
That it was great.....