There was a child who loved to play, and had a new story for
each and every new day.
And once this child lived in the land of the fairies, but
now the trees have tangled and bled wretchedly into the
pools of tranquility. He hears the black forests breathe all
the day long, and when he sleeps, he becomes lost in the
heart of these woods. And meadows of daisies have withered
and rot; and now the wild spikes have crept like disease and
nothing will ever be safe again. ''One day I slipped, One
day I tripped..." Stumbled into the thorns; and in there
touch spread through the minds of innocence, to hasten its
decay. To struggle in vain, ever to reside in pain... And
the curiosity that burned within, has become scolding hot,
and he's blistered... And he's twisted... Writhing in
Agony...
Those who dwell, once only to please, now becomes the
enemies... Devils, twisted silver grins, and chaotic eyes
dancing with hatred...
A vision of Disaster... These horrific tragedies...'was I
loved? (Loved too much?)'... 'Was I hated? (Down to the
gut.)'... 'This was my freedom, (this was what was lost.)'
And you leaked through like acid, Toxic Poison, and to
touch... (Touching evil--edge of the knife--and down it
slipped...down it slipped....).
Dancing in the rain, and it's pouring, and it's flooding
down. Thunder crashes, and now the lightning strikes... (I
hate you, and now I'm going to` make it all right).
In comes the insects, to feast among the dead... here comes
the flies, to buzz about his head...now comes the silence,
broken only by solitude that roars like oceans till the
beast is fed. A riddle he's asked, what's the irony shares
the king, and the clown? 'Pleading for attention, always to
be alone, and both to wear the crown (there broken crowns!
And who laughs last? Never thee) could that possibly be?'
And angels like ashes, white flakes of snow ever falling
down...Melting away, beginning again- to decay, to
decay....'I found the only way (what way? don't stray...).
Follow the path of the new found religion, I've got my guns,
they're all in fun... (And where do the bullets hide?) In my
mind, is where they resign.' cold metal against a quivering
lip, and the devil begins to tighten it's grip...
Lost all sense of time, was it yesterday, today? And he lost
stability again- where've you gone, how long will you stay?
Such a shame, always a shame, they always mutter. Behind the
back and out of sight, that's where he finds the knife; and
always imagines how they would stutter... (As it slipped,
into his grips).
And twisted too, now this world becomes the castle in the
sky; in the center he sits, playing the king in a shattered
lie. From the halls the howls echo all the way through, and
from the outside sits all the pathetic fools. They watch in
horror as the nightmares plays out, gasping in terror as the
lights fade out. 'Why is it they hate me so? (Don't ask me,
I quite enjoy the show). And what's it mean to live outside
this snow? (You'll never find the answer; This Dementia will
never let you go.) Did I dig my own grave, did I burry
myself away long ago? (Deep inside just like always, always,
you know.   --You knew ... Why? -- ')