City Life

Searching for a life sublime,
lost within a world of crime,
few that reap though many sow,
few that give though many stow.

Floating in the sea of souls,
drowning in unfinished goals,
few that smile though many talk,
few that stand though many walk.

Sitting in a field of life,
blown by winds of pain and strife,
few that see though many watch,
few that grasp though many clutch.

Laying in a bed of hope,
rest beyond the masses' scope,
few that dream though many try,
few that feel though many cry.

Endsong

I crank it up to keep them down,
A smile to hide my secret frown,

Through searing pain and blinding light,
These shadows reign unholy might,

My body lost to dark control,
They feast upon my very soul,

I crank it up and turn the key,
This smile is all there is of me,

The music stops, the volume fades,
Control complete, my mind degrades,

My life a shrouded crimson haze,
Descending through my final days.

Meus Angelus

Within my mind; an angel's light,
to guide me through the endless night,

Within my heart; an angel's soul,
dispelling evil's dark control,

Within my arms; an angel's form,
protection from the demon swarm,

Within my bed; an angel's love,
to lift me to the skies above.