The Silver Circle

Come to life my deviltry 

Possess this poor company

Our secret be benefit 

Their unhappy lack of it

Awaken my trusting friend 

My undisturbed reflection

So fluid your beauty 

All gears and teeth



Come Alive



Come to life my second skin 

To protect the madness locked within

Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues

Though words did betray us 

Did bury our past 

Cry blasphemy

Cancer masters instinct 

Sad passive release



Come Alive



Take my dear ones 

The use of this spell may serve too well

Our mouth is our chalice 

Our tongue our sword

And truth holds a dozen doors 

One thrown open wide shall yield one more

Yet mystery remains above their eyes



Come Alive