Aborted Flames

Aborted Flames

I was born in a fire and conceived through a flame
Singed into life by his Devil and Dame
Thought not to survive, yet inevitably came
Bringing the diametric of light and the end of the age

If you thought of an eye, do you think it could see?
And where would you look if your mind had been free?
And if you thought of a mouth, would it speak for its own?
Could you speak through the stitches of lies you’ve been told?

If I ever told you a story, you’d only be entertained
But you could never see beyond it even if I explained
There’s nothing on this world, no person, place or name
That could ever describe the hysteria of the world that’s in my brain

So go ahead and fall deep into this dream
Where blood is as gold as the dead in the stream
Don’t ever expect help, for they’re bitter and mean
As long as you can escape this torturous theme