Well it has been an awful long time since I've posted in here, but since I have some new work I might as well.
Waiting, running with my song, chased by winds so fierce, so strong, whipping up they angrily blow, carrying secrets few should know.
The fabric of my life is torn; the edges are burned black and worn. I’m spinning, spinning round and round, can’t fly up can’t feel the ground. This ride’s too fast I cannot see, I cannot rest, I cannot be. No more lies and no more tears, but no rest for us with fears. Voices screaming in my head, take me back to what was said, cruel words, sharp and cold, didn’t do what I was told. Understanding’s hard to learn, trust is something you must earn.
Strong hands with weak hearts don’t care what they tear apart. Wicked eyes and wicked tongues weave their lies like spiders spun, silken webs ensnare you now, trap you here and hold you down. Strong and many, quickly they come, rise from the earth you cannot run. Dust and ash of ancient bone is all that’s left of this unknown.
Violations of the heart know only where the trap did start. Angrier the faster they rise, on the currents, with the tides. Coursing rivers, like brutal hands cutting a wound across the land. Hit and rip and break and burn, I stepped in the way, I never learn. Dizzy, aching, bleeding bruised, my lonely song and I refused. Weaker, weaker I’m forced down; I toss away my broken crown. My shield is melted, my sword snapped. No longer is my song entrapped. My song and I are now okay, this new fabric will not fray.
The heat rises in my face; my fever starts to melts this place. My woken heart begins to ache; with every beat my body shakes. The light stings my burning eyes, the shadow no longer tells her lies.
All that’s left now is a ghost; my memories now hurt the most. The fragile mind will block it out, but it breaks through the fear and doubt. Can’t erase reality, memories won’t let me be. Strange and dark this brand new pain, it won’t let me escape again.
I try and try to run away but end up back here every day. Day by day a subtle change, until it hits me hard again.
Though you’re not here you kick me back, you show me everything I lack. The wounds will never heal just right when you slice them open every night. Through every dream I bleed anew, I’d rather die than cry for you.
I really do always try to never let you make me cry, but it doesn’t always work you see, you’re so good at hurting me.
I run away and get nowhere, though no one really seems to care. I locked you up far from me, now you have to let me be. Maybe soon my mind will fade and take your ghost also away.
