I feel it on me sometimes This gaze, this frightening gaze As I run through life's maze He's haunting me with his footsteps And his doomsday rhymes I feel him near
The shadow hunter
Shadows of the past he brings with him Memories of unforgotten sin Future tragedy his claws Scenes where all you can do Is to clutch at straws Hopelessness is always just a breath away When he makes his way Into your life
When he brings the shadows
Will you haunt me til my days are done? Will there never...
Beyond the doors of my heart I feel them once again I feel the pain
Of seven wishes
One is for a child and a wife One just for an enjoyable life One for the greatest song and rhyme One for ever more and more time One for those who passed to live again One for a life without suffering and pain One for my efforts to not be in vain
The fifth and the sixth Are the greatest of them
When will this feeling go away Of never enough, never enough More more more! It is such a chore
The theater was silent The stage was set A thousand eyes examining its slightest tremble Made it seem like glowing with anticipation
In a circle all around the stage they sit Under the starlit sky A beautiful summer night carries them to a land of dreams As the actors appear and the play begins
They are moving forward, coming from the south and facing towards the north In slow motion they crawl On their hands and their feet and the movement of them all Seems like the wind trying to move a stone
If this is passive, very well, I'll go on the offensive No girls breaking hearts here, promise I'm not putting nothing straight anywhere But I implore you, parasite, hear The lecture has begun, sit down and shut up
I buy my metaphors At the well of the muse herself And unlike yours Mine do not rot on a dry, untouched shelf For my heart beats out a song that moves her My metaphors are her gift for my song, that's how I get them, Sir
What have you ever done but haunted others? So pompously, I laugh, cause yours is not one...