she leans into her father, she did not know then, that one day she will, after he is gone, start remembering, resting on his shoulder, on a train, rattling on its journey, somewhere into the urban night.
im coming back to the real world all i have seen since you have been gone is darkness everyone says that i will see the light again when you've left my dreams but im starting to see you are the darkness that i see
i saw the light wherever you walked you were the only thing to matter to me but im becoming conscious im seeing that your light made everything else dark and now that youre gone i still only see darkness
the darkness is becoming my light it is what i know it is where i am safe
you told me you wanted a girl like that. the next day you referred to her as one of those girls. i should have known. i should have realized what you were trying to say.
Sunlight has substituted blood on the tiles The shower steam is not a monster for you to fight Observe the hands that used to shake start to glide And all the headlights charming demons in the night
Salty rays replace the regular despair Instead of tears you're leaking light during weekdays The fantasies that turned roots into your hair Give in to skyward looks and plans for future ways
And all the pretty things that stop you walking out the door Multiply before your eyes and pin you to the floor They bury in beneath your skin like pebbles in the shore Until the razor-headed dragon cannot sting you anymore
Loved ones have substituted sleeves on your arms The wine stains that once held you find it hard to stick And though the taste of iron has a certain charm The coffee on your lips will never make you sick
I'm sorry, You're lovely, I hope you're alright I sent all My angels To your place last night They told me you'll be fine
'Cause all the pretty things that stop you walking out the door Multiply before your eyes and pin you to the floor They bury in beneath your skin like pebbles in the shore Until the razor-headed dragon cannot sting you anymore Cannot sting you anymore.
I now have happiness strangely within sadness I've been set In this mode so long I longer hurt so much
I fear reality more for because that's uncertainty I'm used to the sadness I can deal with Its a reality that's the problem
I've been trying to learn what I can cope with, and what I can't, and I've found Its reality I can't deal with I feel I have no place In reality
But sadness there's a place with my wife but In truth, It's the physical side her not being with me In this life that the sad part
So all my dreams and memory of Helen Is to where I can be happy again so why would I want to move on Moving would mean putting all my memories my photos of Helen not write poems of her just to please someone else that I can't do
If anyone can understand what I'm trying to say then I will be pleased because I'll know I'm correct all I know Is If I try to forget the past
I hurt too much my dreams memory fantasies of Helen I'm a happy man so It's to there I'll stay happy writing my poems of Helen It strange but feel better already God bless her
Strange but I feel safe In my sadness It's reality I fear
The saddest part about a shield, Is that it's only ever going to be A shield Until it takes One too many strikes. Each dent, a battle. Each scratch, a fight. Each repair, a futile effort. So the real question is, ARE you a shield, Or are you the captor, Only keeping your hostage safe Until The right Moment?