Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Grays Of Sunday
Grays of Sunday
So, darling please remember
We live and we die
You say my hearts as cold as December
And as black as night... Honey
I may impress you one day, but not tonight
I walk these roads of mourning.... anger, strife, and
plight
Just to make it to Sunday, where I can see a light now
darling.
Keep me in your thoughts and dreams now
I feel my consciousness slipping
Into the abyss of forgotten, where the moans are
tangible and rotten
So remember brighter days and laughter
Remember those dreams we chased after
Your smile used to make my heart wild
The thought of you is still fire
But what remains of our world is ash now
And a shadow of me you admired....
These are the grays of Sunday
Where the rays of sun have retired
These are the grays of Sunday
Hold them close to your heart now honey..... These
are the grays of Sunday
A moment of peace you desired
These are the grays of Sunday
The precipice of a new life.....
Monday, July 14, 2014
In Your Heart
When I need, when I want, it’s a disguise, a front
I no longer kneel to the needs of others
I have a need that’s been neglected, and it’s been long I suffered.
Are you there to make the sacrifice? No there’s none, none other
No longer your savior, your anecdote, your mockery to satiate your soul
I excavate myself from your presence; your mischief has taken its toll
I’d like to be around, when the feelings turn real, when the cataclysms start to spiral
And your wounds can’t be healed. Is this hatred or justification, for the things you’ve done?
Or is it a slap in the face from the only person who could tell you, you’re done.
You’ll search for a replacement, one to suit your needs.
But after time and time again you’ll notice the blood you’ve lost from the consecutive heart bleeds.
Maybe then you’ll realize that hearts are precious and you should take care….
But when you realize that moment…they’ll be no one there..
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