The Player

What is love

His only desire

What is pain

In his burnin fire

What is his plan

With consequences dire

What is the job

For which doom he hires

What is excitement

When so soon he tires

What is the reason

He hangs on that wire

What is the truth

When his surname's a liar

Eyes of Doom

What is this infinite depth

You conceal beneath these eyes

Of what mystery they lead the way

That someone would like to hide

Your lashes like pointing spears 

Threatening if for long I stare 

But still your eyes so tempting

The risk has its worth to take

Of what do they seem like a gateway

An entrance only few can make 

The treasure that behind them lays

Must be worth any life one can take 

Your vision ever changing 

Glancing all around for your prey

Inviting with your deep dark eyes 

Calling with that endless stare

One says he saw in them heaven 

Another claims they reach to the moon 

Different people claim different sights 

None of them to the truth near

For in your eyes, you’re not hiding

It’s something that you’ve locked

Your eyes of doom

Your eyes are doom.

Cure

Slowly now I see; 
All the hate you bear; 
Shadowed behind these burning flames; 
Of fear and revenge and tears; 
Those eyes of yours don’t lie; 
Not any more, my dear; 
Having seen the worst of all; 
Ain’t anything for you to fear? 
 Your hidden side now visible; 
I sense death in it; of a rotting soul I hear; 
Not believing next to me it sits; 
White as death your skin now seems; 
Like by Satan himself you’re bit; 
Possessed by demons so many; 
All this you yourself admit. 
 But now I must free thee; 
Cure you of this curse; 
For my love is not about protecting; 
It’s about saving you from worse