R A I N G A M E S F O R T H E N A T U R A L B O R N P A R I A H
Welcome to my world, my soul's soundscape.
From the sterile and brightly lit corners of a psych ward someone once had a dream to create music.
Dreams that I sung as the sun slowly died,
my heart had ceased once controlled by my mind--
the graceful ever suffering...
Blood to the heart once the light filled the sky.
Teach me to hear a reverie, track the chords and the count...
Dance with me in wild fire blooms, bursting and swiping tails blank...
Slowly, I wanted to
take the pain from misery and tell them what is left.
A Natural Born Pariah.