Vivid Irony

In the abyssal darkness
Fleeting images of vibrant red
Of blood and of love
Of torment and of death

The love of man
Never faded in red
In the silence of pain
In torrents of rain

The soul seeks
The sweet pain
Of red and of love
Even in grave they bring

Liar Liar(temporary title)

Liar liar running around
away with whores
on a warm summer night
drinks in a brothel
gossips fill the air

promises are lies
and time has stopped
for the whores, the liar
the demon within
in the brothel they sing

the lady in waiting
had dreaded the land
bloodshed and betrayal
her demon calls her
and calls her