They say the sun shines bright
Beyond the hills of night.

Perhaps one day I might
See this beautiful light.

For now my days are dark
My dreams are nightmares wrought.

The world's small eyes bare down like heavy gold,
On whomsoever seeks their glazed dim gaze.

Click, tick, click, tock, the old clock's hand is wrought.
Iydll, we are as dammed,
And Time will not seem as grand
When there's no one left to stand.

That guy, that boy, that man.
The words roll round my head,
Like a big bingo cage,
Full of thin razor blades.

I run in the river, I'm lost, I run.
Watching While rocks roll past my feet, I'm done.

A concoction of terror and delight
Dispels my dimming light,
As I fail to fight my fright
Subsumed by the smiling night.

Once I dreamt of a world so grand,
I reached to hold it in my hand,
But it fell away like pale sand.

Deceptive is that shared eye in the mirror.
In truth, it cannot scry,
The loneliness in my sigh,
Nor my wholly hollow lie.

Great old Black birds bathe beneath blacker storms,
Songs free, flee the clatter,
Raindrops dance till they shatter,
Sad none of this will matter.

A barricade, a blockade, bars my path.
“Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh,
Trying in vain not to cry.
I yield and watch time slip by.

It’s suffocating
These things you’ve long yearned for me,
Please just let me breathe,
Listen to my somber plea,
Please, I just want to be me.