Velleity (Thy Kingdom Come)

Do flowers grow in hell? When darkness lights the sky The Morningstar is falling There’s no hope in any eye Beware who enter down here Your fate was sealed before Your avolition on display The tears forever more Upon a blood moon rising We see the hope fade by The brightest soul now glows dim Paradise, the final lie I came upon this vision One that seems to fade The master calling through me My mind was never made It started one fine evening The flicker of the fire I typed away this memory The deepest of desire I’d wake to find an empty page Words would not stay for me This mockery of divinity I might as well be blind They show me things that I would find To grant me fortune with this mind My third eye opens HE has spoken. Infinity at my door My vision starts to fade The scotch smells so depraved The ink spills blood and gone before… Almost if never made I’m mad with pride My head muse lied What is inside? Divination? Destruction? Delusion? Delirium? Destiny? Death? It started one fine evening The flicker of the fire I typed away this memory The deepest of desire I’d wake to find an empty page Words would not stay for me This mockery of divinity I might as well be blind The scotch smells so depraved The ink spills blood and gone before… Almost if never made I’m mad with pride My head muse lied What is inside? Divination? Destruction? Delusion? Delirium? Destiny? Death? It started one fine evening The flicker of the fire I typed away this memory The deepest of desire I’d wake to find an empty page Words would not stay for me This mockery of divinity I might as well be blind I’m mad with pride My head muse lied What is inside? Divination? Destruction? Delusion? Delirium? Destiny? Death? It started one fine evening The flicker of the fire I typed away this memory The deepest of desire I’d wake to find an empty page Words would not stay for me This mockery of divinity I might as well be blind They show me things that I would find To grant me fortune with this mind My third eye opens HE has spoken. Infinity at my door   My vision starts to fade The scotch smells so depraved The ink spills blood and gone before… Almost if never made   I’m mad with pride My head muse lied What is inside? Divination? Destruction? Delusion? Delirium? Destiny? Death? Dream? Perchance to dream? I stumble as I fall This journey is a thrall We travel in circles Nine like a fox A tail for each and all We pin our hopes and dreams I want to scream The thoughts are made yet they only fade   Another night I try again The blood from ink that never swims This sea of parchment that stays dry These tears from heaven blinds my eye   Calliope whispers My hope quivers The words are there But in a whisp of air Gone I awake more irate This Odyssey one big mistake I surmise I’m not a great I could be epic But my head is now septic I accept this but that’s a lie My volition… I could cry   Why? Why show me and be true? The fire is for me? Which host am I hosting in my head? What door will I walk when I’m done and dead? When my eye closes and death wakes me from my bed? I’m tired now and fading My light has gone from me I guess I’ll never write it down This pure divinity   Dante had a guide Milton had a side I just have this lie There’s no catcher in my rye