In the most terrorized dreams, in the most gruesome of passing;
Serenity is discovered, inner peace is amassing. 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. Reflections appear in eyes of those in the distance;
The only tangible evidence I have of my existence. 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 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 |
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