

A Thought AloneAll around me, wicked lights Twin lights like yellow needles Piercing through the dusty airA Thought Alone
Straw hands feel dry against my face That doesnt cry, because it cant Im only hiding, try to be unseen I hide my face thats badly shaped And sit here, tremble here
My chin down on my knees
I cannot stand the brittle bone that makes my knees
All around me, yellow eyes A hundred pair, each stare is like a sting As if each throbbing pupil, black as onyx Hurts me with a thought alone
But I dont want to see and I won


Becoming BlindCome to take a walk, they tell me So I wander through the orchard Only looking downBecoming Blind
The wind is sweet and cold and fresh And should revive my sullen mind And blow away the gloom Im sure there must be beauty here But I cant see, its not the same The splendour only hurts
And through the halls of our mansion Echoes melancholic play It fills my head, her grand piano Almost making me forget While on the notes are flowing Whispers, words that speak of love Of life and comfort
And in my private study room I res


Beneath the Crimson OakInto the morning mists, his yelling fleeting Drowning down the so familiar hill He charges and he disappears I fight the sadness, as I tell myselfBeneath the Crimson Oak
That nothing really changed He did not belong here
It smiled to me with virgin innocence Among the fresh dew covered grass And I would hide, would lie to him It simply couldnt be here
I hold my horse, its cloth as black as mine It wants to follow as its used to But I draw the rein and wait To close my eyes and smell the tranquil rainy air Until his bloody blade is nowhere to be
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