UnbearableThere's a flame beneath my eyesA burning that longs to spreadWith every detachment.Every display of indifference.Every rejection of my hand is no different than spit on my faceEvery 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.
OblitusCrunch 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.
Slip AwayFlood 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 sayI'm just a coward get out of my wayWhatever you say dear, whatever you sayI'm an accessory with which you can playWhatever forever, I'm tired of gamesJust burn me or use me, whatever you sayWhatever's enough for this litle charadeIt's already over, and has been for daysWhatever you feel like, are you cold or on fire?If you say I love you I might call you a liarWhatever my thoughts are they always come trueExcept for the ones that speak highly of you
DesireMy shadow rises up the wallsAnd o'er the paths of stoneThrough bristled blades with leafy dressAnd into depths unknownAlong the by an by it clingsIn brook and mountain viewIts only purpose now to touchA site as fair as you