Senseless

These spies are an atrocity
to revel in this imagery
and hold themselves away, yet here
and make their comments crystal clear.
They've found a way to hold me down,
though every moment brings a sound
a new day that I've yet to face
to put away the older lace
but wait -
I must be Senseless.

Cry

Cry alone in sweet, my friend.

Cry, as they will never shed.

The monster lands upon your cheek,

but when its ends we'll be complete.

Happier.

"HOLD ME."
Yet, she calls to you.
You'll hold her in the end.
And "FLEE!"
Though I have power still
I've honed it in on them.

The tears that you won't see me weep
Crash strongholds just as you.
The altar where you worship
Is protected by me still.

And from me as you wanted
though we never dared to say.
Without me, steady, conscience,
I will wipe away the stain.

Wicked

I wave my hands with powers forged of fingers drenched in blood
I'd tear apart my soul to save one wretched thought you hold
Then drag the empty shell of me across to hear your plea
And lose another part of me in fighting for you free.

The wicked only live to see the days upon the crest
But mistrust holds you closer to another so mistress
And all the power that I hold can't help me bear the pain
The goddess shines her light to those who writhe under the flame.

You smile with a passion that has yet to reach your eyes
The demons' truths inside you would not give away my lies
Deceit can feed the wretched as an ember to the flame
And every moment that you waste you fall back yet again.

The courage I once saw in you is weakness now I find
The power of your love is only strengthened when we die
I'll free the heightened mortal parts of beings sketched in stone
And blunt the sword, you yield to me. It's I who hold the throne.