Her Tomb

Human...
the being, the supreme
the one who redeems
his soul, his mind
rids his heart of the key find
that his nature is to betray
his habit is to faulter
he falls in an array
the whole universe he alters
But the demon inside him is what he can never destroy
his own life gets as dry as drought
he is far away from any joy

The fiery stars, the burning moon
his heart is like the sun at noon
I watch him in despair
I want to reach out, to his skin
make in my way some gesture to repair
be of help to others of his kin
But i find myself helpless
and I want to feel no more

It is all ever so endless
this wait, this day, has closed but the last door
I stand waiting for her soul
In the rain I walk home
I can and would never be able to cajole
her to come back from her tomb.

THE DEED

Alive....
you are alive if you breathe
you are alive if you need
you are alive if you feed
you come alive when you truly seek
seek your inner voice
which guides you to where you go
heeds you of your unrelenting choice
tells you your heart is your foe

Silence is when you hear your heartbeat
dazed are you at your own deed
You were born to lead
you chose to deceive
your own self, your own people

If you could just walk away, if it were that simple
True to the word, you are the 'being'
untrue to your soul, you are mean
You slaughter your soul
you divulge your mind
you play foul
and now, remorse you will find

Your instinct is to love, to pray, to care
but you've laid your heart bare

You are now not insane
but neither are you humane
You have become a new breed
It is but a treacherous deed.