And heaven flies to hell,
Safely in a hand-basket,
On the tricycle of life,
Down the lonely road of mortality.

I’m breathing for your image,
A painted face of destiny,
Not the man behind the eyes,
Or the soul beneath the heart.

As lonely goes,
Lonely gets,
Deeper into conspiracy,
With such postmodern thoughts.

Quietly now the gates unlock,
The wheels will carry on,
Down the beaten path,
Stuck on the same tracks.

There is a saying one will live by,
A saying one will die by,
They’re both the same in retrospect,
For neither do exist.

I keep on breathing for your image,
Such a painted face of destiny,
Not the man behind the eyes,
Nor the soul beneath the heart.

Let my tears carry forth,
A bloody river born of love,
Above a Demons vengeful wish,
Below an Angels grasp for faith.

Silently the movie goes,
Playing on and on,
Repeating a scene before me,
Upon the tainted wall.

Why do I keep breathing for your image,
That wretched, painted face of destiny,
Not the man I know hiding behind those eyes,
Or the cowering soul beneath that heart?

There’s a phone ringing in the background,
It echo’s in my ears,
And Death is on the line,
Begging for forgiveness.

There is a key to every door,
A shutter for every window,
But I cannot fill the cracks,
Forming upon my soul.

Why can’t I stop breathing for you image,
That disconcerting painted face of destiny,
Not the mortal man behind the dying eyes,
Or the frozen soul beneath the broken heart?

I’m trying to move on,
Just as you did,
Yet what am I but human,
A lover to the core?