The Longing

Long time ago you found a key
Which opened up my hidden door,
But though you broke the spell on me
You never come back any more,
And all that's left are photographs
Forgotten in some dusty drawer.

Long years have seen my tortured gaze
Steam like hot blood on your bright snow,
But though I've lost you in this maze
Still see your face in my window,
And long to play that secret game
Of lifting masks with you again.

De-generate

Activate, de-activate
A plastic pact in warps of fate,
Take action while they bite the bait:
Violate the ultimate -
Annihilate and devastate.

Deconstruct, construct from scratch,
Decode, deduce, debunk and match
The patchwork with my jigsaw face:
Transform the pact, transcend your fate -
Burn to dust, disintegrate.

Mystify, demystify,
Defy the black sun's rising cry;
Devoured by power you state your crime:
To shun the beat and crown the rhyme -
To drown the cosmic pulse in the chatter of mind.

Generate, de-generate,
Re-generate the warps in fate;
Take action while the game's replayed:
Attack the pact, unseat the rhyme -
Restore the pulse, the beat sublime.

Interrupt, re-interrupt,
Puncture flesh and feel the rapture rushing through corrupted soul;
Disrupt the rhyme and rupture fate:
Erupt in dance, become the beat -
Dissolve in trance, de-generate.