 In the most terrorized dreams, in the most gruesome of passing;
Serenity is discovered, inner peace is amassing.  I will bear my grim thoughts, not push them away;
As another sleepless night fades into the day.  As the rays of the sun pass through the dying oak;
How long has it been since the last time we spoke?  I'm not used to the comfort, the stillness, the peace;
Brought on by neglect and nothing's increase.  This natural disaster, it damns with its plague;
Make sense of confusion, decoding the vague.  Loneliness is a choice, the best one for me;
As I travel through the places I know will never be.  Reflections appear in eyes of those in the distance;
The only tangible evidence I have of my existence.  Counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds;
Its purpose unclear, life is not like the legends.  Scenes from our dreams, biding our time;
There's not room for regret, a victimless crime. Don't stop the car as we drive in the dark; Shadows dance in the wheat plains, just past the old park.  Reach for somebody, reaching somewhere;
A hand breaks the surface, finds nothing but air. Lesser lived fragments and a circle of stones; Gathered caress for your tired bones.  I have memories abound, I'm not sure that they're real;
A drive through the lakebed, cold breath on the wheel. Gone now it seems, are the feelings of warm; In the land of the absent, no dreams shall take form.  The many questions I ponder-why would words cling to me?
I've never cared for thoughts that bother, all I want is to be free. And I wonder what it was, some struggle causing this never to mend; Sometimes things that meant so much at the time mean nothing in the end.  Being lonesome and recluse, feigning a modest grin;
Plotting not to restore, without concern for what had been. Perhaps feelings of tension would in time become distrust; Encounters becoming distant, some now fading into dust.  Dependence grew on one side,
But declined on the other; What once balanced now was skewed, And caused incessant bother.  I would greet her so to start, a moment before dusk;
It passed before I caught it, before I could adjust. But I saw her through the window, and a thought passed through my head; Her image in the silence, her eyes were looking dead.  It is within these halls
Within this fading corridor I observe the disconnect And the dismal geist of man  Hands above the waterline
Seething, crying Words don't numb the pain Verses fall away  A million mistakes a day
Ashen stain washing hope away Every passing hour now ridden in pain Virtue is absent in the pouring rain  Threshing pain from heartache
Through fields of failure I trek Shrouded I am in dawning death Beyond salvation  Funneling into my sight
Faintest mist floating Eerie voices from my memories Senses returning  The dark is on the wall
And the floorboards too Hangs from the ceiling To run the air through |
