ConversationA spoken jesture of foreign pleasureConversation by maniackillerman
to prenunciate my will and fate
a conversation reflects a nation
or just my mind intwined
NightFour sworn the meadow corn rises towards the sunNight by maniackillerman
east to west with little rest & walking till it's done
upon this sphere never so near to gain what I desire
Walk all the day to find my way to be greated by the fire
A tribe of one or all for none must realise I am higher
above the ground and through the sound the soul on funeral pyre
will watch this earth begin its birth into the age of water
As life accends to begin again a mother begots a daughter
into the sound and placed a crown to bring the age to light
throws off the glow of heaven slow and destroys what was the night
A word from the pasthello again my friend it's been awhile ...yes..A word from the past by maniackillerman
all the talk we've said and all the passing guests..
all the parties played and all the games gone..
all the nights of smiles and all the days long..
if i could say one thing now i wouldn't say a word..
just knowing that you're here makes all of them absurd..
and as my time grows shorter ill ask you just one thing
live life to the fullest and never forget your dreams
your mind may be unwanted and all your feelings lost
but ill tell you this my friend our love is of no cost
for angels in the heavens and demons at your feet
know that this is as a heart to its beat