Post by Eclipse on Feb 11, 2004 20:26:40 GMT -5
the latest....metaphorical and cryptic. It means one thing to me but tell me what it means to you. ^.^
Me Against My Will
They slipped away as child’s tears.
But you only heard a woman cry.
Bright eyes and mascara smears.
This bird flies alone into the sky.
Silence has fallen and succumbed her warbled song.
She has flown upon the breeze, and left without “so long”.
D a m n e d are the solitary, and those whose dues aren’t paid.
But forgive and forget, goodbye revenge, unable to twist the time.
Let scars burn their reminders of the pain they made.
They cannot be erased, just remain these scars of mine.
And I can’t stand the cold of the shield surrounding me.
But I don’t want to melt, I won’t let them see.
And all who threaten, be pushed away, from the mask upon my face.
If I show signs of welcoming, heed, do not believe
What lies my tongue may sing; Do not forget your place.
Icy frost upon my heart, which love it can’t conceive.
I have fallen and been put together, just not completely right.
And when the moonlight shines, the cracks will show at night:
All that I have hidden and all my fears displaced,
All my insecurities and all that you don’t know,
The mind games I’ve played, mem’ries I’ve erased,
Words that I should have said, forgotten things to show;
Shall be at the mercy of the moon, and the look upon his face.
The stars can chuckle lightly, into silent space.
And if I make it far enough and come to Judgement Day,
With white-slashed mem’ries and SINNER in my skin,
May the judgement be swift and beautiful to whisk me on my way.
But until the words are written, I’ll keep this pain within.
But must I bear this all alone, wand’ring by myself?
Could I drip away the shield and welcome someone else?
And maybe once, with open arms, I’d show what you mean to me,
But instead, I weave my webs and you become the prey.
My feelings seem to falter, unlike your certainty.
So, in a spider’s graceful leap, I try and make you stay.
But I poison you and push away and don’t know how to feel.
Is it just some fantasy, or is it something real?
Is the CRACKED REFLECTION only what I see?
DISAPPEARING INTO DARKNESS, was it only just a dream?
Did I ever really sit there, NUMB as I could be?
Did THE ICE QUEEN’S BLOODY TEARS bleed into a scream?
And bloody little hand-prints, locked me in a cage.
To simmer and boil endlessly and to fill with rage.
Must I long to feel another, and stay so isolated?
When I put myself in this room, and I am the one to blame.
But I hate this lonely suffering, and how it’s so complicated.
When I have lost myself, and what’s here I cannot tame.
If I could stop for just one moment, forget intimidation and my doubt,
Then maybe I might see who I am and why I’m missing out.
Me Against My Will
They slipped away as child’s tears.
But you only heard a woman cry.
Bright eyes and mascara smears.
This bird flies alone into the sky.
Silence has fallen and succumbed her warbled song.
She has flown upon the breeze, and left without “so long”.
D a m n e d are the solitary, and those whose dues aren’t paid.
But forgive and forget, goodbye revenge, unable to twist the time.
Let scars burn their reminders of the pain they made.
They cannot be erased, just remain these scars of mine.
And I can’t stand the cold of the shield surrounding me.
But I don’t want to melt, I won’t let them see.
And all who threaten, be pushed away, from the mask upon my face.
If I show signs of welcoming, heed, do not believe
What lies my tongue may sing; Do not forget your place.
Icy frost upon my heart, which love it can’t conceive.
I have fallen and been put together, just not completely right.
And when the moonlight shines, the cracks will show at night:
All that I have hidden and all my fears displaced,
All my insecurities and all that you don’t know,
The mind games I’ve played, mem’ries I’ve erased,
Words that I should have said, forgotten things to show;
Shall be at the mercy of the moon, and the look upon his face.
The stars can chuckle lightly, into silent space.
And if I make it far enough and come to Judgement Day,
With white-slashed mem’ries and SINNER in my skin,
May the judgement be swift and beautiful to whisk me on my way.
But until the words are written, I’ll keep this pain within.
But must I bear this all alone, wand’ring by myself?
Could I drip away the shield and welcome someone else?
And maybe once, with open arms, I’d show what you mean to me,
But instead, I weave my webs and you become the prey.
My feelings seem to falter, unlike your certainty.
So, in a spider’s graceful leap, I try and make you stay.
But I poison you and push away and don’t know how to feel.
Is it just some fantasy, or is it something real?
Is the CRACKED REFLECTION only what I see?
DISAPPEARING INTO DARKNESS, was it only just a dream?
Did I ever really sit there, NUMB as I could be?
Did THE ICE QUEEN’S BLOODY TEARS bleed into a scream?
And bloody little hand-prints, locked me in a cage.
To simmer and boil endlessly and to fill with rage.
Must I long to feel another, and stay so isolated?
When I put myself in this room, and I am the one to blame.
But I hate this lonely suffering, and how it’s so complicated.
When I have lost myself, and what’s here I cannot tame.
If I could stop for just one moment, forget intimidation and my doubt,
Then maybe I might see who I am and why I’m missing out.