Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Silence in a white room

I don't know what to say to get you to start talking
how could they?
cut out your tongue and let you live
this tragedy has gone too far
and I'm out of ideas
for saving you this time
Your voice used to be so soothing
and now I'm dying to hear those words
as frustration leaks from my eyes
and pools on the dirty floor
as I fall
The ceiling tiles aren't as pretty as your face
but they are the best thing I've got
remembering hurts too much
and hope only signals impending doom
so what have I got these days?
Silence in a white room...

Friday, April 27, 2007

Penny For Your Thoughts

Baby, would you put away that mirror?
I don't like the way I look when I'm angry
I'm laughing but I don't know why
and hearing your voice only makes me angry
but don't be afraid baby
it's not you that feeds my anger
it's the lonely road
Can you hear me smile?
I'm trying so hard to hear your smiles
but all I get is silence
I've had enough of using my imagination
thoughts only get you so far
and I'm about spent

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Your Catastrophe Could Be Our Good Fortune

Should I be ashamed of what I feel?
This black hole I'm in isn't getting any smaller
and I'm starting to feel like there's no way out
it's so quiet in here
I can hear every thought and they echo so loudly
I've fallen to my knees
and I'm begging for a way out
you say you'd like to fly among the Gods
but baby, you've fallen just like me
it's up to you if you want to be with a fallen angel
I could be worth fighting for
and I just want to be wanted
I'm being encompassed by darkness
and perhaps the sun is the only thing to save me
and I know you're afraid of falling again
but I promise I'll hold on tight

Saturday, March 3, 2007

These Words Aren't Fallacy

Waste the day
and walk the night
as the moon rises and falls I fall more and more
Words of kindness, words of truth
I couldn't have asked for a better curse
my outlook was looking bleak
then you gave new light to my growing darkness
I've been fighting back this evil
so eager to deny it
not wanting to feel the burn
of fallacy ringing through these hallways
those before you shattered me
I sought solace in the ruins
you took my hand and pulled me up
and helped me piece everything back together
fragile beauty hides no longer
but fear ran through my veins like fire
now the fire smolders

"Tell me you love me."

I love a vampire.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Public Service Announcement

PLEASE EXCUSE THIS INTERRUPTION:

I don't mean to disturb you.

The words that flow form my mouth mean nothing.
They are static to your ears.
I'm sorry this signal is weak.
My wiring isn't the greatest these days.
The picture was too blurry and I couldn't see, but I've adjusted the settings and you're coming in loud and clear.
Now I can see what is happening on the big screen.
I stare in amazement as I realize just how wrong I was.
I've wasted your precious time and for that I apologize.
I think you get the picture and I'm sorry for the confusion.

PLEASE CONTINUE WITH YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Marathon of Mortality

Running
miles and miles
never ceasing
there's no destination
no time limit
nothing
I am running and my lungs are screaming
my heart is beating and if I stop running now
I'll die
I keep passing the same people
I see all the same things
I'm starting to think I may be running in circles
My body is aching
my lungs are screaming for more air
but I just can't seem to fill them up
Fear overwhelms me as my muscles tense, stretch and burn
Where am I going?
How long do I have to run to get there?
It's then that I realize...

I'm running absolutely nowhere

I'm so tired
and I think I'm in last place
last place in the race to nowhere

An Art I'll Never Perfect

It takes everything
just to do this simple task
it takes a special knowledge
a certain skill
to achieve what seems unachievable
robbed of breath
and head aching to the point my skull might crack
I have to do what needs to be done
and it's an art I'll never perfect
I don't need brushes
acryllic or canvas
I don't need pencils or paper
but I might need tape
because the art of giving up
tears me apart