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Portraits of the Past

I dig down deep into the belly of earth

And pull out an old chest all covered in dirt

The padlock bids me to unlock its mystery

I searched all around but cannot find the key

 

I'm surprised as I turn back ... who is this woman I see?

She sits on my box - she intimidates me.

There's something familiar about her I feel

Do I know her? I think so ... her eyes are like steel.

 

"It's your footsteps I hear through the halls of my house.

You lurk around like a snake on the prowl.

Like a shadow connected to the heels of my feet;

You follow my footsteps ... you're that voice that leads me

 

"Away from the darkness of past memories,

Gently pulling the reigns, my will concedes

What horrible things live in your sights?

Why deny me the knowledge of what torments me at night?"

 

She lifts up her voice and sings a sweet mournful dirge;

My attention is diverted to the doors of the church.

A little girl stands there awaiting her fate ...

The priests of the night come and whisk her away.

 

Upon the altar they lay her as the sword is now drawn.

On the pew I sit with a deep sense of forlorn.

The sword splits apart her young innocent life,

Her youth is poured out to the gods of the night -

 

To the gods who reside in that box out of sight

Holding on tightly to the secrets of my life.

I stagger through hallways of my dark empty house;

Through portraits of time, I search to find out.

 

I ran through the hillsides as far as I could;

There at the walls of repressed memories I stood.

Though screaming against me ... I ran and I fought

But I could not get access past the walls of these thoughts.

 

Exhausted I fell beneath the spell of deep sleep.

I awoke on the altar ... the sword plunged in deep

I felt the pain of my past come back to life

As they poured out my innocence to the gods of the night -

 

To the gods who reside in that box out of sight

Holding on tightly to the secrets of my life.

The stars all fell down out of the sky

Their lights were extinguished as all heaven did cry.

 

The earth had now swallowed up that old box

And as its mouth gently closed I sealed up the locks.

I hid that old key far out of sight

As you tugged on the reigns we walked on through the night.

 

I heard music rise up filling the room

With the warmth of denial my heart was consumed.

I ran to the window and looked at the sky

I thought to myself, "Where are the stars that light up the night?"

 

I could hear her footsteps run through the halls

Like a snake on the prowl she guarded the walls

And the stars all fell down out of the sky

Their lights were extinguished as all heaven did cry.

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laura-lynch
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Feb 6, 2012
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