I try to reignite the spark
That has been lost for but so long

You don't know, do you?
I'm a lost child

Well, not much of
a child
More like
Fifteen

But still

The only way I could reveal to you
What I truly am
Is if you promise
Not
To
Tell

Demon

Yes, that's right.

And the spark I once had
As a child
Ever so happy

I lost it

I lost everything...

My two brothers, I don't know where
One of them may be
The other

Is dead
I saw his grave

Only 6 years

Well, the innocent
Could never live
In the times I did live in

But my other brother
I can't tell you who he is

Don't you get it
They'll kill me
They'll all kill me

And that boy--no
A man now
So skinny
Long black hair, a little past his ears
Pointed ears
Electric blue eyes
His name
I think you know

He would kill me too

They all would
If they knew
My other brother
Was their enemy

Oh and I forgot to mention
My last name

It begins with
a D

If you may think
I am evil
Well it's
Only in your head

In
Your
Head

Have the outer reaches of the evil found me?
The humans are fully whole and capable of killing me
I'm crying so hard and the tears won't stop
Oh God no please I'm not ready for this

Eliminate their screams
I still hear them...

FEUER FREI!!!*
FEUER FREI!!!

(Raleigh:
Look there he runs, that pitiful son of the priestess
They called her a whore and he threw away her treasure
The watch on the necklace; she gave him that
Such a haunting melody pours from it when opened

Now he knows what he is
And he can't keep pretending!)

Crying wolf and it comes back to toy with me
Can it leave me the fuck ALONE!!
Oh God I'm not ready to deal with this
But they honestly don't care for my feelings

They are still screaming and I'm
Running

FEUER FREI!!!
FEUER FREI!!!

(Raleigh:
Look there he goes the self-destructing animal
At least that's what the people call him
Screaming in fright and anger

They are all trapped within him
In der minenfeld von zoten*)

I'm still running and my lungs are bursting
I'm aching to the touch and ever so cold
I have reached the slums
The slums where I was said to live

Mother's blood runs deep here
The people look at me in awe

"My God," they say
"He is her son. He looks just like his father...
...That fallen soldier."

She was not a whore!
No she was not!
My father died...and I was all she had

She was poor
She could not feed me

She sold her hair and jewels
Mother wasn't a whore

All she had was me...

(Raleigh:
Look there he goes nearing my house
I'll let him in and tell him what he needs to know
His mother
A.I.D*
Were her initials

She was not a whore)

There is the one-sided hill
Where the girl lives

The girl with the silver hair
And red eyes

Not from crying
No, her irises
They are red

She is pretty, they say
And so wise
She can spread her ethereal wings, you know

She's not an angel though
Far from it

I knock on the door
She opens it.

Everything is true.

And she invites me inside
And promises me
I will not be misinformed

(Raleigh:
Here he is now, the handsome young man
Waiting to hear how his past has punished him

They say he's a hero, he screams no
He is more like the anti-hero to me

So calm...so light, fragile.
I can see why that princess loves him

But then he lights a Marlboro
Ah,
That's why she won't see him
He can't control himself
He's in too deep, no way out of the godforsaken mess of his

But I swear to you, boy
You will not be betrayed

The eyes of the mother are watching you...)

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*Feuer Frei is German. It means "Fire at will"
*In der minenfeld von zoten is a line from a poem I wrote months ago. It means "In the minefield of insanities" (or something like that).
*A.I.D is Amandra Ilese Duval. It's a name I made up when I was pondering on a name for Link's mom. I wanted to give him a last name, and I decided Duval rang a good bell.

The unspeakable of curses
In the woman's womb
A script I can't rehearse
In the woman's womb

Loving between the sheets
Look what happens when love meets

I'm over here in the corner
Circling the steady flowing glass
I'm over here in the center
Of what should be a morning mass

But I'm so corrupted

A prize but a trap
In the woman's womb
Just as I am weeping
In the woman's womb

Loving between the sheets
Look what happens when love meets

I'm over here in the angles
Of the morning light crimsoning my tears
I'm over here in the spectacle
Of the viewer's eye as he recedes

Because I'm corrupted

Now on the time of the day
Will I begin or slip away?
Now in the year of the hour
Will the come and devour
Me?

In the presence of
The woman's womb
I lightly caress and cry over
The woman's womb

My heart swells with pain and love
Over the woman's womb
What can I do to save
THE WOMAN'S WOMB?...

::gasp::
::shudder::

Only if I cry for
The woman's womb
Will child grow out of
The woman's womb

Am I ready for this newfound task?
I don't know
But if I don't try then
I'll never know

Just as long as I am careful for
The woman's womb...