Lost Writes (2003)

God I can sing

In loneliest night.

And god I can bring

Forth struggle and fight.

Yet I can relate

To items unseen

And show you what’s great

About what I mean.

Watch me advance

With soulless resolve.

And watch as I dance

And perish in fall.

God I will bring

You every sunrise.

Such wonderful things

My platonic lies.

As I move in

And closer to you

To bring you my sins

And songs I construe.

I give you my mind

And bring you the sun

In wrapping divine.

To your cries I run.

But what have I mastered?

Why have I come?

You misleading bastard.

Here lies no one...

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