There's a flame beneath my eyes
A burning that longs to spread
With every detachment.
Every display of indifference.
Every rejection of my hand is no different than spit on my face
Every back turned to my offer of peace, a punch to the gut.
It fuels the fire. It feeds the beast inside of me.
This monstrous devil born from uncaring, putrid passivity.
I am no stranger to rejecting others. I have sinned as greatly.
But were those left behind to reach out, I would not ignore their hand.
I could not.
Were I worthy of Sampson's strength, I would tear the world down around me.
Crunch of the damned underfoot.
Blood in the air curls my nostrils.
Hot breath of a fearless sun taunts my skin.
Jeg er tapt. I am lost.
Cleverest of foxes escapes my grasp.
Snotra protects him, but not for long.
The blood that dots the ground is his.
Jeg er glemt. I am forgotten.
My shadow comes to stretch over his.
Praise to Tyr chases the frost from my breath.
The drum inside me rolls, and my axe falls hard.
Jeg er Jeger. I am Hunter.
Flood this fire within my core, sweet angels of the last embrace.
Assuage this ache for something more, than empty eyes and hollow praise.
Hush my future hardships' call, so I may once forgo this strife.
Or 'least show mercy when I fall, and whet the blade of Fate's cruel knife.
WhateverWhatever you say, whatever you say
I'm just a coward get out of my way
Whatever you say dear, whatever you say
I'm an accessory with which you can play
Whatever forever, I'm tired of games
Just burn me or use me, whatever you say
Whatever's enough for this litle charade
It's already over, and has been for days
Whatever you feel like, are you cold or on fire?
If you say I love you I might call you a liar
Whatever my thoughts are they always come true
Except for the ones that speak highly of you
DesireMy shadow rises up the walls
And o'er the paths of stone
Through bristled blades with leafy dress
And into depths unknown
Along the by an by it clings
In brook and mountain view
Its only purpose now to touch
A site as fair as you