Lions Of the Past (Free-Form Ballad)

I look at you in my sleeping psychic visions

Your thoughts 

Crystalline towers penetrating my mind

Lights of a thousand stars

Suns shine in your empathic eyes

Medallions of hope and peace to me

A lagoon of liquid dreams

A requiem for a demon, a fallen angel, a lover

A place for the damned to find shelter

I move through the air silently

Hoping, wishing, for apologies

But none come to my lips in the waking hours

Trapped in a dungeon of careless mutters

I'd burn a thousand skies for you

Violence landed me in Hell

I'd grow a thousand flowers for you

Love left me a comatose shell

In levitation, I shout and scream your name 

This dimension of walls

Flex and bend in this frustration

I call you, call to you, on thunderous winds

But rain pours and answers my burning eyes in the storm

Lightning strikes me in my core

But won't match my burning heart

Silver all around me, igniting the world in hues

My energy so bright and so trapped

Panicked and choked

The lights flicker and spark

My frustration taken form of fire without smoke

If it could be, the eagle's cry would voice my every regret

The rivers would sing of apologies

The trees my love

And the rain of my sorrows

But I feel as if it would never be enough

I forgive everyone but myself

I've always been a serpent

Good and evil

Chaotic

You were my Starlight in the Abyss and I fucked that to hell.

No matter how much I heal, I feel I won't ever tell

whether or not I am worthy of forgiveness

Standards be yours or mine or not

I feel as if I should rot