Do you hate the face you see?
Or think back over the times,
You saw a different face,
When these eyes held terrible lies,

Do you resent the times you said,
The things that slipped from your tongue?
Or do you think of those words with intrigue,
And wonder if you had always known but refused to believe?

Do you think back to the times in your head?
The times you wished you could unravel,
Spill your desires upon the sheets
As your mind climbed into 'my' bed,

Do you see my face with anger?
Or with pity? Or disgust?
Do you see my face at all?
Or is it buried deep 'neath the past?

In silence I wait for what is real,

Watching the wandering souls,
                                                         Their home on the streets,

Urgency speaks nothing but lies,
How quickly I forget,
All that is meaningless,


Failing to grasp what slips through my fingers,
Content to live with unrest,

Restless for what is next.

~LC~

There beneath the blood stained clouds,
Red eyes are fast burnt out,
Searching somewhere below the ashes,
For the life that was longed to live,

Every day He wakes,
Staring at the back of Her face,
Every day He wishes,
There was nothing in the way,

Somewhere beneath the first layer,
Close to the weight He bares,
Is home to a love once owned,
Still showing signs of life,

Every day He wakes,
Filled with the empty pain,
Every day He hides it,
Knowing no other way,

Until the day he He lies and rests,
Here in The Bone Yard's hold,
Beneath the ashes of my love,
He will learn the other way.

~LC~

Is it the artist or the art,
That defines the contents of the heart?

~LC~

I spent a lifetime,
Sorting through this tangled mind,
Taking out all the memories,
Trapped inside.*

~LC~