Wishes and Sobriety

These dirt-stained hands have been digging for so many years
And I should hit bottom soon...

A single tear is not enough
For, as deep as my heart is buried,
It still beats
My heart still beats

I give my madness to the wild night
And sound my cry of passionate doom
To snare the moons eye
And let it know that mine is the heart of a poet
Fueled by life and love and hate and death
And as long as the moon gives its gentle pale ghost to the night
My heart will continue to beat

Morrison sings me a song of shamans and snakes
And solar eclipses at midnight
As a small child holds my hand
And guides me toward the end of the tunnel
Where my father awaits
He tells me about new york city
The city of the birth of the new messiah
A god of art and song

I lost my muse somewhere in the desert
Deserted by the fair lady of pain
I wandered as all must one day wander
The dunes of hopelessness
And I could not shed even a single tear
For my soul was too parched to muster up
Even that small sign of life

I cried to the sun as it burned me
"This rental soul is wearing quite thin,
And I am dazzled by the eyes of history"

I climb the mountains of destiny
And am joined at the apex by a man
My twin
Who has been toiling to scale the opposite side
And now that myself and I have met at the summit
Where can we go
But down?

And now the music slows as the devil takes the stage
To call forth fire and shadow
And to cast open the doors of eternity

I grope through the smoke and darkness to find my lover
To whom I whisper
So softly
The words of love
"I promise, if you kill me
You will feel a life more beautiful
Than any pain I have ever blessed you with"