Secretly I hear the crying... Secretly I sense your soul...
Silence in the blood of morning... Sunlight blackened out my mind...
Coils twisting in the distance... Agony in dead of night...
Screams unheard and ears unopened~!
Can't you hear my weakened cries?
Can you save me from myself...?
Can you open up my eyes?
You don't hear me... You don't sense me...
Quiet now... the moon shall rise.
How did we get here?
I used to know you so well..
Now you're a stranger, living in my mind, a parasite...
My soul confined...
The chains that bind...
The box unopened...
I think I know... the past unfolds... the memories untold...
A portal to times with a different mold... now unlocks... the box of hearts...
The untamed wilds...
The path less traveled...
The light fades and yet the flame flickers...
Will the fire catch and reignite the flames of passion...?
Will the tides of time rise up in a storm to wash away the final embers of emotion...?
The storm rages once more, but why...
The eyes see not...
The ears hear not...
The voice too
We are all alone in this world...
only the essence of our spirit can commune with another's soul.
Magic does not exist yet we press on.
For we know that the magic lies within our hearts and
alone we have the power to do many great things..
Where if we were bound by another's will,
we would be restricted to only one reality.
Therefore... is being alone really so bad?
Listen... Can you hear?
The sound of the siren.
She's calling with calming silence.
Only you can hear.
She's calling with calming silence.
Only you can run.
Her beauty is only seen by your eyes.
Only you can see her.
She is your fantasy come true.
Only you imagine her.
She is everything you ever wanted.
Only you cannot have her.
She is your desire... Your lust.
Yet she is not real...
The longing of a lifetime.
The fiery passion of the soul's greatest desire.
Lust is only a portion.
Is it truly a sin?
It animates us to do things.
Those things lead to the creation of life.
Why should it be looked upon with such disdain?
We all have the longing for physical interaction.
If this particular longing can give life to a person then can't it be a gift?
Love is the emotion of creation as well as devastation. It can be as beautiful as a winter wolf howling to the purple moon, or it can be as cruel as a blizzard whipping at your skin relentlessly. Love can give you something that means more than the world, or it can take everything you hold dear to your heart. This is the true nature of love...
She comes in the night to give her touching concern.
She comes in the night her love without scorn.
Her unfathomable truth revealed with the sunlight.
She's breaking your heart again.
She takes her blood red sword and pierces your soul.
Nothing can describe the pain she's given you.
She's twisted your words and made them your curse.
The power you thought was burning between you has dissipated but the coal still feels hot.
It burns you deeper then any can imagine.
She is the essence of betrayal.
Secretly I hear the crying... Secretly I sense your soul...
Silence in the blood of morning... Sunlight blackened out my mind...
Coils twisting in the distance... Agony in dead of night...
Screams unheard and ears unopened~!
Can't you hear my weakened cries?
Can you save me from myself...?
Can you open up my eyes?
You don't hear me... You don't sense me...
Quiet now... the moon shall rise.
The longing of a lifetime.
The fiery passion of the soul's greatest desire.
Lust is only a portion.
Is it truly a sin?
It animates us to do things.
Those things lead to the creation of life.
Why should it be looked upon with such disdain?
We all have the longing for physical interaction.
If this particular longing can give life to a person then can't it be a gift?
Love is the emotion of creation as well as devastation. It can be as beautiful as a winter wolf howling to the purple moon, or it can be as cruel as a blizzard whipping at your skin relentlessly. Love can give you something that means more than the world, or it can take everything you hold dear to your heart. This is the true nature of love...
She comes in the night to give her touching concern.
She comes in the night her love without scorn.
Her unfathomable truth revealed with the sunlight.
She's breaking your heart again.
She takes her blood red sword and pierces your soul.
Nothing can describe the pain she's given you.
She's twisted your words and made them your curse.
The power you thought was burning between you has dissipated but the coal still feels hot.
It burns you deeper then any can imagine.
She is the essence of betrayal.
We are all alone in this world...
only the essence of our spirit can commune with another's soul.
Magic does not exist yet we press on.
For we know that the magic lies within our hearts and
alone we have the power to do many great things..
Where if we were bound by another's will,
we would be restricted to only one reality.
Therefore... is being alone really so bad?
How did we get here?
I used to know you so well..
Now you're a stranger, living in my mind, a parasite...
My soul confined...
The chains that bind...
The box unopened...
I think I know... the past unfolds... the memories untold...
A portal to times with a different mold... now unlocks... the box of hearts...
The untamed wilds...
The path less traveled...
The light fades and yet the flame flickers...
Will the fire catch and reignite the flames of passion...?
Will the tides of time rise up in a storm to wash away the final embers of emotion...?
The storm rages once more, but why...
The eyes see not...
The ears hear not...
The voice too
Listen... Can you hear?
The sound of the siren.
She's calling with calming silence.
Only you can hear.
She's calling with calming silence.
Only you can run.
Her beauty is only seen by your eyes.
Only you can see her.
She is your fantasy come true.
Only you imagine her.
She is everything you ever wanted.
Only you cannot have her.
She is your desire... Your lust.
Yet she is not real...
I am guided through my life by spirits who wish to help me and have decided to work with me to make my life and the life of a choice few others a better one. The spirit of love desire and compassion: Selene. The spirit of valor and pride, strength and honor: The spirit of the tiger and all his glorious majestic nature. The spirit of the wind: Velanna. The spirit of the only member of our family who managed to keep us together: Doris Lepore. Last but not least the spirit of a veteran: The spirit of my grandfather, Joseph Belanger. Together with my spirit guides I have gotten through many difficult situations. I vow to continue to fight the goo