Over three years time
Oh how you left me
In this state of sheer shock
Standing barefoot and empty
Feel a bruise
And let it be
Tear the skin
And watch it bleed
Read a book
And rip a page
Doused with word upon word
Of bitter rage
Oh well that was then
I was in such a state
That if you touched my skin
I’d turn to glass and break
Unearth my shattered surface
And reveal my war-torn mind
My soul has been tarnished
My core crushed in violent crime
To look through is to witness
A façade of a long, red braid
A rope of stone and hazel eyes
Housed behind a stained-glass window pane
I don’t show much, no
But I seldom showcase pain
My body’s a vessel in which
My broken soul’s contained
Shed a light that leaves my body
A translucent haze
My all, my everything
Will be left for you to gaze
And watch and learn and yearn
For my soul to be saved
But that light will never be cast
For I reside in a darkness
With a cloud so gray
And a wind so pained
And an aura of sheer silence
I had a hunch that you were leaving
But never had I thought that soon,
You left the air so thick and pained
All your tropies still sit in your room
The picture of you from when you were young
Spans prominent on the wall
And every thime I scale the stairs
The weight of you is so heavy
I could fall
October replays incessantly
Across a shifting wall
Flashes of happy
And whips of winter
And splashes of summer and fall
Chairs aligned
With people behind
Unknowingly awaiting a fate,
Unfairly tossed to them,
You get what you get,
Luck and happy have to wait
You come back to me from time to time
In a movement or a smile
But it’s transient though
And you quickly return
Goodbye love for a while
Sprinting on a runway
Gaining my momentum
I’m going to need it to fly
I can no longer do what I’ve done
For so long
I just can’t live a lie
Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC
Over three years time
Oh how you left me
In this state of sheer shock
Standing barefoot and empty
Feel a bruise
And let it be
Tear the skin
And watch it bleed
Read a book
And rip a page
Doused with word upon word
Of bitter rage
Oh well that was then
I was in such a state
That if you touched my skin
I’d turn to glass and break
Unearth my shattered surface
And reveal my war-torn mind
My soul has been tarnished
My core crushed in violent crime
To look through is to witness
A façade of a long, red braid
A rope of stone and hazel eyes
Housed behind a stained-glass window pane
I don’t show much, no
But I seldom showcase pain
My body’s a vessel in which
My broken soul’s contained
Shed a light that leaves my body
A translucent haze
My all, my everything
Will be left for you to gaze
And watch and learn and yearn
For my soul to be saved
But that light will never be cast
For I reside in a darkness
With a cloud so gray
And a wind so pained
And an aura of sheer silence
I had a hunch that you were leaving
But never had I thought that soon,
You left the air so thick and pained
All your tropies still sit in your room
The picture of you from when you were young
Spans prominent on the wall
And every thime I scale the stairs
The weight of you is so heavy
I could fall
October replays incessantly
Across a shifting wall
Flashes of happy
And whips of winter
And splashes of summer and fall
Chairs aligned
With people behind
Unknowingly awaiting a fate,
Unfairly tossed to them,
You get what you get,
Luck and happy have to wait
You come back to me from time to time
In a movement or a smile
But it’s transient though
And you quickly return
Goodbye love for a while
Sprinting on a runway
Gaining my momentum
I’m going to need it to fly
I can no longer do what I’ve done
For so long
I just can’t live a lie
