11. Judgement

Asleep is the rose, in tired innocence dreaming time away.
Secure in the comfort of slumbers faint embrace. Blissfully
ignorant, unaware of the imminence. Recurring memories emerge
from the deep of old secrets unforgotten sleep. They sink
beneath the surface just long enough for you to breathe. Then
return to choke you when you wake up alone. Shredded inside
there's one place left to turn. A long-term problem, a temporary
remedy, but fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy. So
many years of pathetic lies, empty promises and unfulfilled dreams
are scattered like dust into the winds. Looking for the sun that
eclipsed behind black feathered wings. Tomorrow never comes, there
was only ever one day but now it's too late.

The inequity of fate
The pains of love and hate
The heart-sick memories
That brought you to your knees

And the times when we were young
When life seemed so long
Day after day
You burned it all away

All the hate that feeds your needs
All the sickness you conceive
All the horror you create
Will bring you to your knees