Post by DarkVortex on Jul 19, 2005 17:12:32 GMT -5
A plague upon thy life from what was once told.
There and back withn these pages black and cold.
Gone this mind is, melting slowly every day.
Kneeling in blood shed tears in my false words of pray.
Chances flood into thy ears oh so naturally right.
Yet upon the closing hour I feel alone again tonight.
Promises without guarantee were made so unclear.
Memories go as I disappear when the next door comes very near.
Is my balance on the crumpled note or windy path.
Where I'm lead down to the tears of a lonesome bath.
The light is but as dark as life when all eyes are closed.
For I am here but seen not, as I am but a ghost lost and posed.
The calls, the talks are never more, I am a secluded man.
Once again myslef is my greatest and only fan.
Must it be the bottle I drink out of or the life I pass.
No need for it to be shown in a mirror tis it breaks like glass.
Sanity is within my grasp but only here in my room.
The candle light shines so bright as the sun does bloom.
To when the earth sleeps I shall come back to my eternal light.
As my hand dances upon the paper and takes flight.
Thus I shall be the inspiration to the few I gaze into their eyes.
But where is mine when there is only lost thoughts and lies.
So remember those words I rarely said since they are only once a gift.
The happy ending within these walls shall now be adrift.
There and back withn these pages black and cold.
Gone this mind is, melting slowly every day.
Kneeling in blood shed tears in my false words of pray.
Chances flood into thy ears oh so naturally right.
Yet upon the closing hour I feel alone again tonight.
Promises without guarantee were made so unclear.
Memories go as I disappear when the next door comes very near.
Is my balance on the crumpled note or windy path.
Where I'm lead down to the tears of a lonesome bath.
The light is but as dark as life when all eyes are closed.
For I am here but seen not, as I am but a ghost lost and posed.
The calls, the talks are never more, I am a secluded man.
Once again myslef is my greatest and only fan.
Must it be the bottle I drink out of or the life I pass.
No need for it to be shown in a mirror tis it breaks like glass.
Sanity is within my grasp but only here in my room.
The candle light shines so bright as the sun does bloom.
To when the earth sleeps I shall come back to my eternal light.
As my hand dances upon the paper and takes flight.
Thus I shall be the inspiration to the few I gaze into their eyes.
But where is mine when there is only lost thoughts and lies.
So remember those words I rarely said since they are only once a gift.
The happy ending within these walls shall now be adrift.
