Being weary of this world
I graciously returned the smile
Banish the tribulations of living he said
Let us together for a moment halt time
He spoke of a sphere know only to the dead
Where heartbreak and pain did not exist
And as I listened closely the more he spoke
Being quite at my ease
The more I was inclined not to resist
......
Without conscience, you destroyed my life
In fair trade
I brought you death
The ghosts of fear, paranoia, cold chaos and loss of breath.
From my mouth flew the chill of darkness
Words of the dreaded coming I spoke
Tales of the whispered nevermore
Brought forth from tear-spattered pages
From a heart rendered glacial and forever torn
......
Before you can command the mind
Or be forever lost as your unrestrained thoughts run amuck
As you battle the soldiers of memories and time
Imprisoned you in a deep well of tempestuous emotions
It burdens of despair, melancholy, and sadness
Shunning the starkness of reality
Seeking a passage of safety and refuge
The strongest among those who choose to resist often find escape
The weak, however, prefer the road to madness
......
To survive
You must seek refuge in an environment of script and rhyme
You are a poet and possess the ability to move from plane to plane
Lock away the memories and reality that leave you in despair
Erase the trouble that disturbs you with the hand and pen
Press down firmly, and allow your imagination to lead
Allow the ink to defeat the pain that besets you, and often, no one sees
Tell us instead through your eyes
Of the conflicts you face,
......
Before opening the door of the lost
Perchance I will find the healing salve I seek
Its warmth melts the forlorn depths of my heart
Only emptiness remaining
Leaving the soul hollow and soiled
No longer the betrayer love controls my emotions
Bitterness the ruler of my isolated world
So, pardon me if soon I speak no more
......
Before you can command the mind
Or be forever lost as your unrestrained thoughts run amuck
As you battle the soldiers of memories and time
Imprisoned you in a deep well of tempestuous emotions
It burdens of despair, melancholy, and sadness
Shunning the starkness of reality
Seeking a passage of safety and refuge
The strongest among those who choose to resist often find escape
The weak, however, prefer the road to madness
......
Being weary of this world
I graciously returned the smile
Banish the tribulations of living he said
Let us together for a moment halt time
He spoke of a sphere know only to the dead
Where heartbreak and pain did not exist
And as I listened closely the more he spoke
Being quite at my ease
The more I was inclined not to resist
......
Before opening the door of the lost
Perchance I will find the healing salve I seek
Its warmth melts the forlorn depths of my heart
Only emptiness remaining
Leaving the soul hollow and soiled
No longer the betrayer love controls my emotions
Bitterness the ruler of my isolated world
So, pardon me if soon I speak no more
......
In the back of your mind
Do you pause to recall only pleasant memories
And from your own hearts self secret, the rest
You know, the ones of whom I speak
Birthed, they were in thoughts, slumber,
The shadows that you cannot expel
Of which you cannot speak
Holding them close to your breast
......
To survive
You must seek refuge in an environment of script and rhyme
You are a poet and possess the ability to move from plane to plane
Lock away the memories and reality that leave you in despair
Erase the trouble that disturbs you with the hand and pen
Press down firmly, and allow your imagination to lead
Allow the ink to defeat the pain that besets you, and often, no one sees
Tell us instead through your eyes
Of the conflicts you face,
......