Bottle my time, honor my rage, and release my demons from the cage. Hold on, hold back, release a little and never return to where the dreams are. All dreams are dead and we ride nightmares together into midnight waiting for the bells to strike thirteen, as the moon shines down a funeral dirge and we dance among the graves. Live by the sword, and don't risk dying toothless and withered. Feared the cage, broke the bars, roasted the canary that wouldn't fly. You taught the roses what it meant to have thorns. I taught the night what shadows were. We showed the gods what sin was. We invented blasphemy. It was a hobby.
We never knew where the road went, but we walked it anyway, through shaded reality and vibrant dream. Ye we walk through the valley of shadow of death we fear no evil, for we are the worst greatest bad asses that ever crawled through that hopeless vale. We happened to other people. Were there be dragons, there be we, on the fringes of the map trying to outrun the horizon. We stepped on giants, and beat up the heroes for their lunch money. We wrote these books and freed the stars from maps and you would look into the oblivion and I could see it reflected in your eyes, deeper than before. We stared at the abyss and it didn't dare stare back. We screwed with people's heads and laughed as they fumbled and fell from Ego into Id, hitting every step on the way down. They were always better for it. The gods would watch and tremble, for we didn't shake people's faith we released their dreads and sent pantheons scrambling for cover. Gathered around the fire, staring down the moon, waiting for the dreams to come, locked together in the silence of words best left unborn. You'd teach me how to read the earth and sky, I taught you how to sharpen your sword on the morning. Ethereal met flesh, and there was fire. The sky met the earth and there were stars. We marveled, we flew, and we passed to a place beyond memory. We transcended mere love, and left passion in the dust. It became something we felt in our bones. It shook us we drew near, and eased us into the grave.
I was a conscious plagued nightmare trapped in human flesh; you were a bloodstained angel too good for heaven, but too bad for hell. I knew you cared when you cut me. We bathed in the inferno of our tempers and embraced when the ashes burned low. Death was our Stop Sign, but we treated it like a Yield, slowing down only long enough to catch our breath. You said there was always something over the next hill, and weather it needed to be killed remained to be seen. We blazed the road less traveled We found paradise and took it with us, packed up in our suitcase and ran for the dawn. We chased the sun, to wherever it took us. And it always took us home.