Red,
She had the reddest lips I'd ever seen,
Or kissed under the trees,
But now, they are cold,
And the one who gifted her demise,
Stands before me.
Blue uniforms scatter around,
Questions and more questions,
I don't know anything officer,
He had a cold heart, and a cold grin.
I must identify one of the five,
Four innocent humans,
Scared and nervous,
Staring at me with those childish eyes,
They tell me they have done nothing,
I don't know that.
One of them took her away from me,
Was it the short one with red hair?
He's nervous and cold sweat illuminates him.
Or was it the tall blonde one,
He's smiling softly under that innocent look.
Did you do it?
I've never seen them before.
All I remember is the grin,
That cold grin, bathed in her blood,
The grin that took her smile away forever.
This is a difficult task,
I can't get her out of my mind,
Did I tell you where I first met her officer?
It was a cold starless night,
And our eyes met in the moonlight,
Something clicked,
And my heart skipped a beat,
Her's must have too, she giggled
And blushed when she looked into my eyes,
Lucy,
That was her name.
And now the blush is gone,
And the giggles are gone,
Cold death swept over her and stole her from my embrace.
I must find who did it.
One of the five.
The tall one with the jet black hair?
He has a familiar grin,
I remember that grin,
I remember those cold eyes,
Shining in triumph of doing his Master's bidding.
I point, it was him officer.
They seem satisfied,
They take me away, pull me away from the mirror.
The grin is back,
My reflection smiles back,
I remember you Lucy,
I remember when you grew cold,
When your lips lost their color,
They used to be the reddest lips I had kissed,
They used to be red.

Hello,
This act is about to begin,
I demand absolute silence.
Silence,
Isn't it beautiful.
Let me tell you about dreams,
Let me tell you about ambition,
Do your dreams haunt your dreams?
Have you ever questioned the world,
Have you ever questioned what they taught you?
Have you ever questioned existence.
I tried and I was shut down,
So here I am,
I have no questions,
So I'm asking for yours.
Let me tell you about freedom,
She is beautiful,
Brunette, green eyes,
She is perfect.
I questioned her and she walked away.
Too many whys she said.
Why did you walk away?
Nobody will ever answer that.
My words have been supressed,
They've been hidden,
But it's been too long.
Too long have I stayed locked up,
My mind struggles to be free.
Your chains won't hold me too long,
I'll escape,
And I'll question again.
A new era of people who think,
Of people who ask will be born,
Your power over us will slowly die,
The light on your staff will grow dim.
And all that will be left,
Is the silence.
Silence.
So beautiful.

There has been a change of program,
This new broadcast will be brighter than the rest,
The songs on the radio sound different,
Things have changed.
The trees, the grass, the sky,
They remind me of you,
New emotions replace the old pain.
I run my hand along the wall,
And I hear you whisper,
I hear you call my name,
So soft, so sweet,
This is new, it has been a while,
Since I felt this warmth,
Since my heart began to melt.
I'll tell you about the touch of her hand,
It's like a breeze of lightning in the air,
Electrifying,
I get goosebumps.
I run my hands along the ridges of her face,
Her eyes, innocent, they smile.
Our lips touch as the red sun kisses the sea,
Sand embrace our feet,
And the water reaches out to greet every so often,
The sea is cold,
But there is warmth in being here,
With the one who stepped out of my dreams,
And took shape in my soul.
I'll paint the sky for you.
Maybe this is what they talked about in school,
When they talked about love.
Maybe this is what Whitesnake sang about,
Do you think so too?
Do you feel it too?
I touch her lips and she whispers,
Je T'aime.

Did you watch the news today?
It was all over the network.
Broadasting the horrors of bloodshed.
The war is back,
The playgrounds are gone.
Can you see the bloodstains
On the swingset Raoul's mother
Bought him for christmas last year?
Can you see? Can you hear?
There are women and children crying on the streets.
The boys have all been sent to war,
Two hundred and seventy three died
Yesterday in this town alone.
Is there a place I can go,
A place I can escape to?
Where I can read this book in peace?
Peace,
I say the words and my neighbour laughs.
That is a word that has been lost in time.
The sirens go off every morning,
And we scramble off to the basement,
The bombs are here, the enemy is at the gates.
Do you remember when we had to ask Mother
If we could stay up after 10 pm?
That was a luxury I gave away.
If only I could sleep at 10 pm again,
Without fear of the barrel of a gun at my temple.
The pain, oh the pain.
Life has turned into a desert I visited two summers ago.
There was a girl.
I think of her sometimes,
I think of what could have been if this war wasn't real.
Maybe she would have been real.
Seldom do we get what we want.
The things we fear,
Our nightmares emerge out as reality instead.
The television so kindly tells us where the war is now.
I knew his mother, I knew his brother,
And the blonde one, I went to high school with her.
Familiar faces on the TV.
It would have been exciting if I saw them
At some other time, and without lifeless eyes
Being carried away from places torn down by this battle.
Bombs.
They unexpectedly come and they take away what's dear,
But I'm still here.
Still hiding in this basement.
Thinking of the desert sand seeping through my hand.
Of the time when I held her hand.
She had a beautiful smile.
Are you here to save me from the war?
To take me to a place where i can finally read this book?
It tells the story of a young man
On a desert trip,
And a girl who destroyed him.
A girl named war.
There's a knock on my door.
She is here.

Two Thirty Four AM,
The clock slowly ticks by to the next minute,
As I wait for a knock on my door.
Dim lights,
They slow down my heart,
And it pounds like never before.

There's a gentle hum
Of the wind in the trees,
As I wait for a knock on my door.
They howl at the moon,
And they glare out with lust,
They always seem to want more.

I open my door,
Impatient, annoyed, worried,
As I wait for the knock on my door.
You said you'll be here,
Eighty nine minutes ago,
Or was it Seventy four?

I run my hands
Along the white walls,
As I wait for the knock on my door.
Didn't hear of it,
Till the sun was up,
But you were no more.

A single line born from a drip,
I gambled with my veins,
Held a knife into my grip,
And you say I'm insane.

Mild doses of your ideologies,
Pumped into my bloodflow,
A poison you built inside of me,
A poison you let grow.

The iris loses its color,
Blank expressions say Hello,
The ceremony is long gone and over,
Where did my emotions go.

Did you lock them in the back room?
Where the fire started a minute ago?
Will they be horrified soon?
Is it them I hear at the door?

My nerves fight against me,
A broken and sabotaged nervous system,
Just give in and let me be,
I'll see you again,
Soon,
Very soon..

Whispering,
They talked into your ear,
Voices that never mattered,
Sat down and steered clear
Of the truth and you were flattered,
By misconstrued lies,
You found in a book 12 years ago,
The words of a lonely visionary,
He died alone but his words blow
Into the winds as they take flight.
Silence,
No words from the other side,
You were expecting someone,
Expecting someone besides
Me, but there was noone.
Stare,
At the line of eyes staring back,
Gazing into every crack in your heart,
Reading between the lines you racked,
A string of emotions out in the dark.
Reason,
Reason with me and tell me,
Show me what your eyes have seen,
Show me what you want me to be,
Show me where I should have been.
But theres nothing,
Nothing to show, nothing to hide,
It was all created in my mind.
There's still so much left to write
To you and to tell you what's right.
I created you,
Out of a magnetic discharge in my brain,
In a deserted castle on a hill,
On the night of 7th May, when it rained,
And the first drops gave you a chill.
I remember,
I remember everything, every moment,
But you've let go of my hand,
And you crossed the street to the end
To the edge of a new land.
Strange fears,
Strange feelings of loneliness,
Creeping up my spine, I remember you,
I wonder if I visit your sleeplessness,
With time, we'll be two.
Strangers,
Like Frank said a long time ago,
Love will be just a glance away,
All you need do is not go,
And when the time is right look my way,
I'll be there,
Waving,
Singing,
Smiling,
Looking for you,
And in a crowd of a billion,
We'll find each other,
And that'll be the end,
The end of my story.