What will be the death of me?
Will it be the paralyzing memories of my past,
Maybe it will be the time I gave my heart away,
Or could it be from my self desolating mind?
I fight to survive this thunderous cry,
Time and space harmonize,
My eyes are sealed together from the clouds,
Knives in the back of my mind pierce like glaring eyes…
The morning light used to illuminate my life,
I used to call this place home,
Questions about true beauty haunt me,
Is life truly this excellent, is it really so desirable?
If my body was put into a box,
And the night sky wrapped me into eternity,
Would the light of day try to creep in,
Would the light try to eradicate this thunderstorm of a life I live?
I have dreams,
I have visions of men and women,
Searching for their dying day,
Looking for the distant light..
Will their ashes blow into the wind like mine?
How will the respects be paid?
I’m still searching for the night,
They still search for a barricaded light.
Harmonicas playing softly in the dusk,
My dear friend sits alone,
He lives his life on a throne of dust,
Will he be there when I’m all alone?
This night,
It wraps around me like a shield,
Do I know what there is out there where I can go?
Will I remember your voice, or your silencing eyes?
These are the daunting questions I ask myself,
I call into the night sky,
Replies are few,
The ghost of you always knew.