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Entering the Dark Cathedral
Coldness penetrates my skin
Now seeing through icy eyes
It's time for me to begin.
Bringing you here
Looking with blue wonder
Innocence faulters
With the first sound of thunder
In my Dark Cathedral
You will come to me
Unaware and misguided
I am all you see
Reaching out
But finding nothing to hold
Deep within yourself
Turning cold.
Joining together
Eternity in our grasp
Within our dark cathedral
You are not the last
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In a grave-yard softly sleeping
Where the flowers gently wave
Lies the one I love so dearly
In her lonely silent grave
Softly at night the stars are gleaming
Upon the silent grave
Where the sister I loved is sleeping
God has taken what he gave
When the evening shades are falling
And I am sitting all alone
In my thoughts there comes a longing
If you only could come home
Oft and Oft my thoughts do wander
To the grave not far away
Where they laid my loving sister
Many years ago today
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You Echo Through My Life
04:23
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Transcending. Never ending.
Senses filled to overwhelming.
Pressure growing. Unknowing.
Of the fate we are dealt.
Uplifting. And humbling.
Back and forth the ebb and flow.
Indulgence. Reliance.
Never give into the hardships.
Between the first breath and the last
Between the darkness on both sides
Between the heartache and release
You echo through my life
Between my first thought and my last
Between our meeting and my end
Between any impossibility
You echo through my life
Appealing. Prepossessing.
The light of your existence shines.
Amazing. My eyes gazing
Upon the sights that fill my heart
So tempting. Tantalizing.
My mind filled with joyous dreams.
Inviting. Alluring.
My world completed with you.
Between the first breath and the last
Between the darkness on both sides
Between the heartache and release
You echo through my life
Between my first thought and my last
Between our meeting and my end
Between any impossibility
You echo through my life
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Your Ascendancy
03:51
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All yesterdays are but memories
Tomorrow a speculation
Feeling whimsy, loss, and hope
And more in between
Times of hollow contemplation
of choices shunned and made
Exquisite moments marbled with sadness
Frustration and elation
Free your imprisoned mind
From the shackles of your own making
Howl with frantic happiness
Into those shadowed corners
Feed the darkness light and love
Starve the melancholy
Make the world around you know
Of your understanding
Crawling from the woes of emptiness
From the pits of lonliness
Into the realms of decadent pleasure
Of the spirit and of the flesh
The hand that grips your falling
Is held by yours in turn
Don't turn your back on the chance
To reciprocate the act
Free your imprisoned mind
From the shackles of your own making
Howl with frantic happiness
Into those shadowed corners
Feed the darkness light and love
Starve the despondency
Make the world around you know
Of your understanding
Not all joy is reality, nor is all sorrow truth
Not all bonds can be left unbroken, nor words unsaid
Free your imprisoned mind
From the shackles of your own making
Howl with frantic happiness
Into those shadowed corners
Feed the darkness light and love
Starve the doldrums
Make the world around you know
Of your ascendancy
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Kathexis93 Tampa, Florida
Kathexis93 writes Musick for the Madness.
Kathexis93 is David Lally
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