Transcending the Path

She holds the sun and moon in her hands
makes them do her bidding
living the life of a circus freak
she lives in fear of losing grip
when the dance of queens is over
she’s left alone, beginning to sober
but life has nothing to whisper
no love to offer no death to give her
and in the center of it all
she’s staring down in to the hole
of lifeless freaks and sideshow whores
handing empty worthless tickets
to deadly crying poets
that stir the life of most
stupid immortal mob
but when the dance will be done
she’ll out shine the sun
and kiss the moon goodnight
for she’s now the morning light
the ray of hope in our dreams
the lucid rapists
the loser wimps
she’ll end us all
her every right
for she’s the one
that gave the light
and when we’ll end
then the loughs will start
after her crying
will have the rust
that she shell wipe clean
with her heavenly smile
and start again
with the moon and the sun
in her hands.