Lonely are the days, ever quiet, hiding in plain sight
If they only knew, the demon behind the mask, lurking and waiting
Built of pain, constructed of sorrow, bonded by torment
Ever fueled by the masochistic thought, a core found in darkness
A repetition of mindless torture, always seeking to find that which fails.
What is true, that which falls short, forever lurking in the depths of ones mind
To wake, repeat and shatter, only to find oneself empty
Wanting so badly to hold that which is just out of reach
Knowing without doubt that it shall sit there, taunting and mocking
Full of regret, never telling, ever hiding.
As always, it comes to pass, fades, falls silent within a moments glance
Never knowing what lies beyond truth, ever searching to discover ones fault
Cannot come forth, unable to peel away that which stands front
Standing alone, ever silent in the darkness of ones constructed reality
Forgetting the simplest of memories, falling blinding to that which is fate.
Friday, November 27, 2009
IT
Born in ashes of lost memories, torn apart by forgotten dreams.
One must wonder what IT is, IT that drives, IT that destroys.
A separation of truth, fantasy relived, and legend everlasting.
Standing alone, remembering one's own past, only to forget the future.
Chaos and despair, two sides of the same coin, ever still on its edge.
Love born into hate, shadowed by fear.
The feelings that dwell, the feelings that pass.
Ever understanding are the moments forgotten, renewed over and again.
To live, not living, but death everlasting.
A constant reminder of loss, of pain.
That which follows, disappearing only to reappear in dreams.
A shard of hope, a single piece of sand, everlasting through the ages.
To wake, only to repeat again.
One must wonder what IT is, IT that drives, IT that destroys.
A separation of truth, fantasy relived, and legend everlasting.
Standing alone, remembering one's own past, only to forget the future.
Chaos and despair, two sides of the same coin, ever still on its edge.
Love born into hate, shadowed by fear.
The feelings that dwell, the feelings that pass.
Ever understanding are the moments forgotten, renewed over and again.
To live, not living, but death everlasting.
A constant reminder of loss, of pain.
That which follows, disappearing only to reappear in dreams.
A shard of hope, a single piece of sand, everlasting through the ages.
To wake, only to repeat again.
Choices...
To the left, darkness the everending struggle to find peace
The right, hope the everlasting struggle to find despair
Two of the same, one over the other yet different
Unable to feel, unable to fear, how one describes the difference
The toss of a coin, only to land on its edge
A blurred memory, time spent laughing, time spent in tears
Darkness fades into light, just so light can burst into darkness
Which is which, a path to follow, one of confusion or one of clearity
Undefined pleasentries, bound together by fate
Standing torn, ripped apart by freedom
Fearing the outcome, only to find it wanting
Measured equal as the scale shifts, left then right
The coin spinns, ever increasing, never slowing
To go left and find nothing, or right and loose everything
Only the choice of unbalanced fate.
The right, hope the everlasting struggle to find despair
Two of the same, one over the other yet different
Unable to feel, unable to fear, how one describes the difference
The toss of a coin, only to land on its edge
A blurred memory, time spent laughing, time spent in tears
Darkness fades into light, just so light can burst into darkness
Which is which, a path to follow, one of confusion or one of clearity
Undefined pleasentries, bound together by fate
Standing torn, ripped apart by freedom
Fearing the outcome, only to find it wanting
Measured equal as the scale shifts, left then right
The coin spinns, ever increasing, never slowing
To go left and find nothing, or right and loose everything
Only the choice of unbalanced fate.
Time Lost
Time lost, yet never forgotten
Friends of the past, support us in the present and make us in the future
Memories lost in time, become glimmers of light in the distance
Guiding us to that which we hold most dear
A moment, frozen forever
Never lost, and always remembered.
Friendships made yesterday, seem all but gone today
Renewed by chance, a spark of hope
Holding us to what we once were
Something larger then large, and smaller then small
For that time was ours
Then and now.
A chance encounter
Brought upon by the present, never seen by the past
The future to guide us together
But maybe tear us apart
For time has been lost, But I have never forgotten
The memories of what once was
And the memories of what is to come.
Friends of the past, support us in the present and make us in the future
Memories lost in time, become glimmers of light in the distance
Guiding us to that which we hold most dear
A moment, frozen forever
Never lost, and always remembered.
Friendships made yesterday, seem all but gone today
Renewed by chance, a spark of hope
Holding us to what we once were
Something larger then large, and smaller then small
For that time was ours
Then and now.
A chance encounter
Brought upon by the present, never seen by the past
The future to guide us together
But maybe tear us apart
For time has been lost, But I have never forgotten
The memories of what once was
And the memories of what is to come.
Mirrored...
So looking up into the sky...watching the stars collide, explode, recycle back into nothingness
One fails to understand the reasons things happen, stands wanting to ask why
To lack truth, force fed garbage, made to believe lies
Having given ones all, only to have it steped on, returned with ashes
Like the stars collide, emotion explodes, manupliated to ones whim
Now standing, empty and longing, a simple choice, always wrong.
Reasons for despair, complete and perfect torment
The essence of what is thought to be pure and true
Reflected as total chaos and filth
What was once longed after, now found in disgust
A smile, to hide the true face of sickness, of hate, bitter distaste
All to conceal the brilliance of pity and sorrow.
One fails to understand the reasons things happen, stands wanting to ask why
To lack truth, force fed garbage, made to believe lies
Having given ones all, only to have it steped on, returned with ashes
Like the stars collide, emotion explodes, manupliated to ones whim
Now standing, empty and longing, a simple choice, always wrong.
Reasons for despair, complete and perfect torment
The essence of what is thought to be pure and true
Reflected as total chaos and filth
What was once longed after, now found in disgust
A smile, to hide the true face of sickness, of hate, bitter distaste
All to conceal the brilliance of pity and sorrow.
Mocking...
that look, that smile...
lets raise our glasses, heres to new things
its the top of the 4th, and you are up to bat. watch the ball, do you swing and miss, or is it a hit?
a smiple touch, biting my tongue, cutting my finger
forgiveness fades, the melody continues on
tonight, answers forgotten, tomorrow questions reborn...same as yesteryear
lets raise our glasses, heres to new things
its the top of the 4th, and you are up to bat. watch the ball, do you swing and miss, or is it a hit?
a smiple touch, biting my tongue, cutting my finger
forgiveness fades, the melody continues on
tonight, answers forgotten, tomorrow questions reborn...same as yesteryear
Request
A blinded serenade, fallen upon deaf ears
Forgotten is the beauty, the purity, the pain
As first fallen snow shimmering in the moonlight
We fall, into darkness the sprites dance
Transcending the simplest of things, she breaks through the wall
Allowing a single tear, falling from ones cheek, fading upon a finger
Standing still, spiraling into mass confusion
Questions never answered, answers without questions
A philosophy of doubt within the psychology of pain
Wondering why, wandering throughout the passage of bliss
To find oneself at the gates of torment evermore.
Forgotten is the beauty, the purity, the pain
As first fallen snow shimmering in the moonlight
We fall, into darkness the sprites dance
Transcending the simplest of things, she breaks through the wall
Allowing a single tear, falling from ones cheek, fading upon a finger
Standing still, spiraling into mass confusion
Questions never answered, answers without questions
A philosophy of doubt within the psychology of pain
Wondering why, wandering throughout the passage of bliss
To find oneself at the gates of torment evermore.
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