Out walking. Still late night.
Houses and churches.
Yellow windows lighting temples of aquamarine stone.
Reliefs and statues looking oppon me.
Marry of marble white, give me strength.
I can't escape this burned out feeling.
I breath in and tell myself "everyone's different"

Everyone fears the ***** of Oakville.
No one cares and they all stay away.
He rusts and grinds in his pain.
Looking out only heightens his sorrow.
He ventures out only at night.
He dare not want or need.
A splinter in his troubled mind.
He dare not focus on that wich hurts him the most.
He can't let her in or even try to be seen.
Mind bound and bandaged with heartache and angst.
Deceit to him. Look away you fool.
No one will understand or even dare try.
That awfull ***** of Oakville.
Reaching out from the churches.
Dry leaves crunch under crippled feet.
Songs chime in his mind from better days as he sheds tears that burn with the ash of forgotten sunlight.
He wears a mask. Longing for love, for friends.
Companionship.
He wears the mask of the one you least understand.
To have the things in life and not be driven to cry out.
Daylight? a wife? children? Acceptance.
Ashamed.
The nasty ***** of Oakville. Moonlight will not smile oppon or suffer you.
Forgotten, denied and unloved.
The one you least understand.
Forgotten, denied, unloved and alone.