A bright, hot, smiling sun
Grins down at me
through the forest canopy
The animals of the wood
Dance about the place
Infused with nursery rhyme jollity
The fox let the rabbit pass him on his way
For half an hour he picked some flowers
A gift for a hen, the very next day
O, the woodland is as happy
As the innocens in a child's smile
I think I might just nap here
And retire for a while . . .

Tell me how you feel

(I had these things to swallow
A jolly little child's face smiled up at me
O', it hurts how they just burn right threw
Just a preferred state of reality
All these things we did when I was on you
And all those things, and all those . . . things
I'm high enough now
I'm high enough now
I'm high enough now to finally see!)

Tell me how you feel

A soft breeze boar her sent on the air
With a tight jawed smile I floated up woulds
And with dilated eyes I finally spied
A young maid a wondering in the trees
Clothes as white as wedding night sheets
She flickered in and out of were she stood
Her signal was as faint as her heart beats
I landed on a branch and watched for a while
As she played happily with all the forest beasts
So sweet . . . so . . . ripe . . .
So I slid along a thermal
And began to spin my web with ease . . .

Tell me how you feel

(I had these things to swallow
A jolly little child's face smiled up at me
O', it hurts how they just burn right threw
just a preferred state of reality
All these things we did when I was on you
And all those things, and all those . . . things
I'm high enough now
I'm high enough now
I'm high enough now to finally see!)

Tell me how you feel?

Like a spiders bride
The young maiden tried
To spin her own way free
As a child she'd hide
The lust burning inside
Her heart smelted shut
So that she could not bleed
Caught in my sticky embrace
She could not struggle free
And with a painted smile of glee
I pounded my nails into her crooked tree!

Tell me how you feel!

(I had these things to swallow
A jolly little child's face smiled up at me
O', it hurts how they just burn right threw
They were just a preferred state of reality
All these things we did when I was on you
And all those things, and all those . . . things
I'm high enough now
I'm high enough now
I'm high enough now to finally see!)

Tell me how you feel

I p(r/l)ayed alone that night
In a temple so silent and cold,
You could hear the dead breath
I watched as their exhaled mists arose
They took the shadows by their hands
And danced around the candles glow
Ethereal trails spun 'bout the spot were I dist' stand
Stood before an alter, dripping with my faith
A stained glass window of a blood stained God
Got something to tell me, tell me this is fake
Trivial people with trivial lives
Trivial opinions surmised from trivial lies
When I looked into his face,
'Twas then I got a taste
'Twas then my addiction took seed
'Twas then I got a taste
Of innocent blood apon my face . . .

Tell me how you feel

Order is not always order
Dis-order is an order unto itself
The abnormality must be amputated
Before the disease has spread
Evil warped chaotic sensibilities
Into a brand new talking head
I broke into a nursery rhyme
And there I found the child inside
O how I loved it,
When the darling little thing started to cried!
When I broke into that nursery rhyme
Inside I found what was rightfully mine
A mirror held to my face, by my Lord
In the mirror I was shown a God
By the Divinity looking over me
In the mirror I became a God
I'll cut myself, and can't you see
Like the Logos himself this Mortal bleeds . . .

Is this how you . . . feel?

-?-

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Valnuary, in the year 322 AF.