The Poisonous Tree The reaper leaves us A trail of common sense That leads to the grave Divorced from reason I nail my soul, to the devil’s altar In shadows and lust Your lips on my skin Are clever catalysts for chaos Sweet ecstasy, until the sunrise betrays us In the cold light of day Happiness and pleasure Are seldom synonymous Denial is the architect of illusion I can only look in the mirror When I manipulate my reflection
Insomnia Romance awakens the unconscious And in heartbreak it never sleeps An insomnia of revelations Shattered promises, we swore to keep Paper tigers and Icarus wings Fly to the sun, when the siren sings Oedipus eyes to navigate the maze False bravado, caught in the minotaur’s gaze Your Prometheus Kiss Stole the fire from my heart The eagle is my friend But you tear me apart Luscious lips and Freudian slips Red herrings lead me between your legs Denial is a warm bed, and a lustful lover On a night of cold truth
Fucking ace man, I especially love the second one. Great wording, no forced rhyming, it all just flows perfectly. Keep it up!
Faithful Faithful Honesty is a disgusting creature, that we decorate with lies Desires become more destructive, when they’re locked up inside We believed that fidelity was necessary, until we looked into strange eyes But we ignored the jealous undertow, and the changing of the tides Their lips on your skin My hands on strange flesh Suspicion slithered into our minds Poisoned our trust, and caused us to question things That we thought were set in stone