Search for the answers I knew all along
I lost myself, we all fall down
Never the wiser of what I've become
Alone I stand
All I have is one last chance
I won't turn my back on you
Take my hand, drag me down
If you fall then I will too
And I can't save what's left of you
Sing something new
I have nothing left
I can't face the dark without you
There's nothing left to lose
The fight never ends
I can't face the dark without you
Swallow me under and pull me apart
I understand there's nothing left
Pain so familiar and close to the heart
No more, no less, I won't forget
Come back down, save yourself
I can't find my way to you
And I can't bear to face the truth
I wanted to forgive
I'm trying to forget
Dont leave me here again
I am with you
Forever
The end
Holding the hand that holds me down
I forgive you
Forget you
The end
Monday, May 30, 2011
When the gray curtain of our world rolls back and reveals the next, in whatever afterlife may there be, I wish with all my heart to see you there, to spend the remainder of eternity engaged in the intricate dance of minds entwined... asking for your thoughts on such matters as the sum of the collective knowledge of the universe, and reveling in the neverending ecstasy I experience when hearing your casual reply.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
"You live long enough to hear the sound of guns
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
Long enough to see your friends betray you."
Uncertainty and doubt have plagued my thoughts and dreams for the last week. With no one to turn to for answers, I find myself taking comfort in music.
In particular, I am drawn to a certain album.. not for the songs it contains, but for the beautiful story inspiring the lyrics.. the insatiable need to express, until pain shatters the walls holding back creativity, and it flows unending, powerful waves shaping all it touches. Words left unspoken for so long, now cry out, but in vain. Falling on deaf ears.
This story is of a poet and a siren. He wrote the words for her to sing; their combination unique, beautiful. Through the lovely siren, the world heard the words of the poet. Together they touched many lives with song.
And he loved her. In every lyric, in every song, he told her so. The poet adored his beautiful siren, and the words he wrote were for her, the songs she sang were for her. The world shared in his joy and loved her too.
But the siren did not see his love. She became manipulated by another man, and she betrayed the poet.
Then he was alone.
The poet had lost his siren.
His pain became his songs, and the world knew of his love and his loss.
"Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?"
"For the heart I'll never have
For the child forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart I once had."
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
Long enough to see your friends betray you."
Uncertainty and doubt have plagued my thoughts and dreams for the last week. With no one to turn to for answers, I find myself taking comfort in music.
In particular, I am drawn to a certain album.. not for the songs it contains, but for the beautiful story inspiring the lyrics.. the insatiable need to express, until pain shatters the walls holding back creativity, and it flows unending, powerful waves shaping all it touches. Words left unspoken for so long, now cry out, but in vain. Falling on deaf ears.
This story is of a poet and a siren. He wrote the words for her to sing; their combination unique, beautiful. Through the lovely siren, the world heard the words of the poet. Together they touched many lives with song.
And he loved her. In every lyric, in every song, he told her so. The poet adored his beautiful siren, and the words he wrote were for her, the songs she sang were for her. The world shared in his joy and loved her too.
But the siren did not see his love. She became manipulated by another man, and she betrayed the poet.
Then he was alone.
The poet had lost his siren.
His pain became his songs, and the world knew of his love and his loss.
"Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?"
"For the heart I'll never have
For the child forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart I once had."
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