Jan 2015
Alone again in darkness, though her memory shines on me
Everything is black beyond the light, too dim to see
So all there is to do is think, and so I do, regress
Into a place I've lost, or I haven't found, I guess...
Night time lets the lonesome man, into his lonesome ways
I write these words to no one, to attempt to sooth my days
The time is slow in passing, but the coffee sees to that
Black just as this room, that surrounds me at my back...
The nights all run together, and so the counting goes
How many nights my mind has wandered to her, I don't know
Anticipating answers to the questions I have asked
But the morning comes to quickly, the dreams are gone too fast
The feelings stay the same for me and will be, never broken
I pay my toll to loneliness, with sadness' heavy token
Through turnstiles into nothingness, I pass beyond the gate
It seems the train to hope has left me here, I'm much too late
And far into the distance, I can hear sweet voices call
No direction, sad reflection, darkness covers all
Not can I, be hopeful to recall what's fled my mind
What chance did I ever have?.., slim or none I find
The artificial light that illuminates this page
Eventually will burn itself out, fading with the age
And I myself may pass before the light no longer shines
Sitting in this chair with pen and paper, I'll recline
Though I assume the day will come for all of us, you know
When darkness overwhelms the life, the love you try to show
Being all alone is not the worst place I have found
By myself, into my thoughts and listening for the sound
The sound of silent memories, that come to visit here
The thought of this just leaves her voice.. ringing in my ears
The silence much too loud for me to notice sound, and thus
The darkness once again too bright, my eyes cannot adjust
Adjust to this, my fate to sit and wait here through the night
Wondering of pain and pleasure, I don't know which feels right
The feelings run together, though no telling them apart
I wonder when this night will end, or how it got it's start
My pen, it travels on it's own along these lines it seems
As though I'm writing all my thoughts inside of all my dreams
Too many to remember, but too few to help me out
Out of places filled with hopelessness, and doubt
But I suppose the ink will run, and smear across the pages
Consuming all that I have felt, so lost within the ages
And so I too, shall be lost, my memory gone to you
But what's a man like me, expect these things to do
They'll come to nights of all alone, and she will say to me
"You've lost the things you thought you had, so let your love go free"...
It never really lived for you, inside this darkened room
Where morning came too quickly,
and the light left her too soon...
Dean Evans
10-02-08
Everything is black beyond the light, too dim to see
So all there is to do is think, and so I do, regress
Into a place I've lost, or I haven't found, I guess...
Night time lets the lonesome man, into his lonesome ways
I write these words to no one, to attempt to sooth my days
The time is slow in passing, but the coffee sees to that
Black just as this room, that surrounds me at my back...
The nights all run together, and so the counting goes
How many nights my mind has wandered to her, I don't know
Anticipating answers to the questions I have asked
But the morning comes to quickly, the dreams are gone too fast
The feelings stay the same for me and will be, never broken
I pay my toll to loneliness, with sadness' heavy token
Through turnstiles into nothingness, I pass beyond the gate
It seems the train to hope has left me here, I'm much too late
And far into the distance, I can hear sweet voices call
No direction, sad reflection, darkness covers all
Not can I, be hopeful to recall what's fled my mind
What chance did I ever have?.., slim or none I find
The artificial light that illuminates this page
Eventually will burn itself out, fading with the age
And I myself may pass before the light no longer shines
Sitting in this chair with pen and paper, I'll recline
Though I assume the day will come for all of us, you know
When darkness overwhelms the life, the love you try to show
Being all alone is not the worst place I have found
By myself, into my thoughts and listening for the sound
The sound of silent memories, that come to visit here
The thought of this just leaves her voice.. ringing in my ears
The silence much too loud for me to notice sound, and thus
The darkness once again too bright, my eyes cannot adjust
Adjust to this, my fate to sit and wait here through the night
Wondering of pain and pleasure, I don't know which feels right
The feelings run together, though no telling them apart
I wonder when this night will end, or how it got it's start
My pen, it travels on it's own along these lines it seems
As though I'm writing all my thoughts inside of all my dreams
Too many to remember, but too few to help me out
Out of places filled with hopelessness, and doubt
But I suppose the ink will run, and smear across the pages
Consuming all that I have felt, so lost within the ages
And so I too, shall be lost, my memory gone to you
But what's a man like me, expect these things to do
They'll come to nights of all alone, and she will say to me
"You've lost the things you thought you had, so let your love go free"...
It never really lived for you, inside this darkened room
Where morning came too quickly,
and the light left her too soon...
Dean Evans
10-02-08
