Call from the darkness
Another day of longing
Nights that never end
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Key of Innocence
Resting in this weariness
Spinning until i lose control
Don't know where I started
The pain of a thousand hearts becomes one soul
Holding onto the key
A broken key that opens one door
A door of shattered glass and lost innocence
Once a picture of beauty
Now capturing the essence of loneliness
The broken glass sings a song
Tells a story that everyone knows
No more singing today
Today there is silence
The silence spinning all around
Spinning until I lose control
Spinning until i lose control
Don't know where I started
The pain of a thousand hearts becomes one soul
Holding onto the key
A broken key that opens one door
A door of shattered glass and lost innocence
Once a picture of beauty
Now capturing the essence of loneliness
The broken glass sings a song
Tells a story that everyone knows
No more singing today
Today there is silence
The silence spinning all around
Spinning until I lose control
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Starting Over the Same story
Starting over
Don't know where i am
Don't know why i started to believe
Spinning in circles
I think im going to crash tonight
Same old story
Still here where I've always been
Believe that you would care
Circles of doubt
Lose it all and say goodbye before the first light
Don't know where i am
Don't know why i started to believe
Spinning in circles
I think im going to crash tonight
Same old story
Still here where I've always been
Believe that you would care
Circles of doubt
Lose it all and say goodbye before the first light
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Journal of Pain
The lies hidden
Twice remembered
One more time they will never be forgotten
None wish to hold this book
This pen lies within our own grasp
We hate this book
This journal of time
We find ourselves scribbling names
Over and over it is an addiction
Like scratching an open wound
One thousand names written by one hand
Every name is uniquely the same
How many books have been filled
How many times will we write our own name
Tomorrow will end the writing
Today never seems to end
My body aches with the pain of my heart
Beyond the grasp of fire
The book lies hidden with my heart
Twice remembered
One more time they will never be forgotten
None wish to hold this book
This pen lies within our own grasp
We hate this book
This journal of time
We find ourselves scribbling names
Over and over it is an addiction
Like scratching an open wound
One thousand names written by one hand
Every name is uniquely the same
How many books have been filled
How many times will we write our own name
Tomorrow will end the writing
Today never seems to end
My body aches with the pain of my heart
Beyond the grasp of fire
The book lies hidden with my heart
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