A Season of Warmth Part Two

Now we have a game we play, this game is fun And true today. It’s not hard and very Refreshing. This game I say, is the game Called “Go Insane.” Close your mind, and crawl back in…back To where it all ends. Here we find The beginning of our sins. The truth That Christ is a lying friend. Think it once, then think it twice, for Chaos will bring us What’s nice and right. For anarchy of the soul Is what’s choking us to Go. The great schism of breath and air, it’s gone And lost on care. Heart failure, cancer and lack of oxygen, It’s the future I found in him. Now, you should try this little game, it’s so much fun And when it’s done, we can erect a dream per say, For it’s not hard, while it dwells behind your mind, When it’s done…you’ll see the end, yourself behind The looking glass, a Reflection of thought That will horrify your turn of the eyes So fragile, So beautiful, The love You’ve been Searching for. Is everybody in? This soul we found, a soul never ending, For all have fallen short…I mock this Little story. The truth that it is sacred… Nothing is sacred. Though I sing the body electric, and The hand placed in mine, the deceiver Of love. The heart she held, smashed And irreplaceable. She mocked all that I once was… The love was placed behind a steel door, Locked and barred, nowhere to go. Stomped and decayed ruins of joy, The toy of love she threw at me, Like a broken bell that sings and sings… My seasons in Hell, are all I bring.