All Consuming

For years the spheres of opus and might
Egos they jostled
But air and breath dulcet in its tones
They shaped a rebirth.

Fulfilling dormant spirit
Lungs purge howls mantled behind lit glass
In vain to flatter brethren
Faking claims of reaping my filthy harvest.

Bereft of the chance
To feed their souls in the flesh
Utterly desperate
To give the food of love ardent.

For when the concord sounds
Creative malaise shakes the ground
Alloys my sickness
Surrenders guard - sedative bliss
Surfeit sweetness
Emotions in husk can't resist
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming.

Asudden troupe grants me their helm contained of ennui
To give up the ghost, measure worth 'gainst their yardstick
A needled affair...

Exsanguinates the overtures of yore
And instruments passed down through lore
But in the limelight shines the pure
Delusion of grandeur
Whoring mettle into tatters
A pet jester to taunt in caverns...

Of fantasy

Relinquished from the helm the troupe moves onto barren lands
Content for me to flounder in a swansong I dread to end.

For when the concord sounds
Creative malaise shakes the ground
Alloys my sickness
Surrenders guard - sedative bliss
Surfeit sweetness
Emotions in husk can't resist
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming.

A jack-of-all-trades but a master of none
Butchered to offal through the carvings undone.

And though this sweet air is all consuming
It grants me passage to sleep in peace
Opens the clouds to riches which when I awake.

I cry to dream again.

I cry to dream again.

Cry to dream again.