On the other side I can see him
Neither here nor there...
Perhaps somewhere in between...
Maybe even just... A dream?
My tears are his laughter
Pushing thoughts from my mind and into his own
He takes the stand
An audience of one, I am forced to watch the show alone
With mirrored eyes I can see only but a reflection
...Not of me but rather something-- Or someone else...
Like premonitions of death the pictures are dark
But with the curtain uncalled "the show must go on"
His porcelain doll eyes yield no remorse...
A life left un-lived these visions run their course
Sacrificing love for life
I was forced to watch my mother die
Left behind, a soul by thine own hand...
A darker chapter still left to see?
Or am I simply catching a glimpse of what could of been?
A "dark passenger" I'm seeing just the same...
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:20 AM UTC
On the other side I can see him
Neither here nor there...
Perhaps somewhere in between...
Maybe even just... A dream?
My tears are his laughter
Pushing thoughts from my mind and into his own
He takes the stand
An audience of one, I am forced to watch the show alone
With mirrored eyes I can see only but a reflection
...Not of me but rather something-- Or someone else...
Like premonitions of death the pictures are dark
But with the curtain uncalled "the show must go on"
His porcelain doll eyes yield no remorse...
A life left un-lived these visions run their course
Sacrificing love for life
I was forced to watch my mother die
Left behind, a soul by thine own hand...
A darker chapter still left to see?
Or am I simply catching a glimpse of what could of been?
A "dark passenger" I'm seeing just the same...
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