Deep in the shadow ( Read more... )

Another stage in my life,
Another chapter to read
Began when my need
Was finally acknowledged.

In a burst of white-gold the doors are made open ( Read more... )

It reminded me of father,
That scent so fresh in mind...
Incessantly whirring I
Still hear the time
Pass with his blades.

A mem'ry from my vision fades
Like wilted blossoms on the beaten stem,
Yet I am left still wond'ring
Why an aura lingers when
He never really did.

As the cripple quickly dances
The old one watches with
Thumbs in his pockets--
He has yet to miss
The sight of the glances
She never made free.

In his mind he stands as if
To shatter broken wings,
And she while dancing
Sits and silent sings
Of how her sad romancing
Never once was finished.

Whatever they say
I'm not listening
I'm not listening

Whatever he vomits
I'm not listening
I'm not listening

No matter how sharp they are
I'll eventually sleep

The mirror still tells lies
The way it always has.
It takes all I have to ignore
Reflections of mind.

She pulled out a cell and swore
At her lover, then complained to
Us all. I thought to myself
How awful it was, for more
In this life exists than
Her heartless words.

I smelled it in the air ( Read more... )

My hands are always open;
My arms are always reaching.
I hear your preaching
Of salvation
And I think you do not
See my faith or
Lack thereof.

Don't leave me behind;
Don't be so blind
To the fact I've
Known all along
What I should have in mind.