Up on this lying mountain, so gracious, so flawed
Was a flag in a story of how glorious I'm not
And when the noon pasts into a darker moon
I realize that it's darkness too soon
I'm so scared of the past and its haunting
When every night alone is ever so daunting
Memories of moments I wish I had never seen
Flashback in my head, bursting of blue and green
Once a serene story of silence and dreams
Till before the moonlight began to beam
Through the drapes of my consciousness and curtains of cry
This is where my soul weeps, this is where my heart dies
But I need You here, I need you at this moment
Ever since the first vice was ever spoken
Into my eyes of aching truth and love
Abused to the bone to the marrow of my enough
Waiting for the horizon to be blinded
Patiently moping for the death to be binded
That I may stop suffocating and simple breathe in
The familiar shock of life that I want to be lost in again
5/16/2009
Unfamiliar
Written by Unknown at 11:31 PM
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