Ever quiet it is in this smoke grey town.
There the rascals run through the alleys and on their faces, a frown.
And there patrol the widows around the cracked stone square.
A faint echo comes from the alleys, full of despair.
Stroll to the playground where as weeds have taken control,
and there sits a child that is quiet and null.
An army of tears run down that solemn face
as he longs for the warmth of a mother’s embrace.
And so he fades into a wavering cloud of dust
and leaves behind nothing but a smoky gust.
But what else is to come from an empty shell?
Such a lonely fate you can not dispel.
Yet the town still exists without that child.
Appearing so clearly primitive and wild.
A shadow not cast from any specific object
but the omniscient part of a larger project.
A man in ragged clothing walks in to the town
with nothing on his but a frown.
Just some wrinkled skin and lips on his head.
There are no eyes, ears, nose, or hair on that spread.
For he is the creator of the sadness we feel.
So he is the one who can never conceal.
Though this is true, it seemed he liberated them all.
The sadness came to him like leaves to the ground in the Fall.
The town became bright again with color and light.
For a long time the happy folk did not need to fight.
Yet sadness always finds a way to devour the mood,
so that town once again became the succulent food
of ever persisting and primordial darkness.
Until once again that man could take onto him,
never ending sadness.

I miss hearing you;
The rain always ends too soon.
Nothing but silence...

The water desires not to move.
It wishes for complete stillness
and there I hover above it.
The water loves the silence.
It sings to me with it's quite reflections.
The water only has one friend,
the sky above.
I am an intruder to this peace.
There I am interrupting
the skies reflection on the water.
There I am with my sullen face
staring back at myself.
The water and sky cares not though
for they are in perfect bliss.
I want to caress it with my fingers
and feel its cool embrace,
but I fear the consequences.
One ripple to distort this world.
One ripple to disrupt the peace.
Perhaps instead, a splash...

Tension is sitting there waiting for their response.
They open their mouth to speak
but instead of words flooding out,
Tears break loose from the dam
and all control is lost.
You keep twisting that rope
and it starts to curl up.
That rope bleeds for you
but right now blood pressure is low.
Maybe if someone just cut the rope
and let it unravel.
Minds can stand the tension.
Hearts, not so much.

I spy a man with no ears.
He is deaf to what he does not know.
I spy a man with no eyes.
He is blind to the truth.
I spy a man with no mouth.
He has no opinion.
I spy a man so far away.
A man so afraid of everyone
that he became no one.

The cracks.
They creep up the walls,
and with every bit a piece falls.
At first it appears harmless,
but now the damage is irreparable.
Like a broken promise.
No way to turn back.
It was there before we knew it.
Little by little we fell apart.
Little by little we broke our heart.
A family no more.
A family with no core.

Solid thoughts float his mind.
Inside he trembles;
remembers whats left behind.
What he hates, he resembles.
What he wants, he can not find.

The long journeys eat away.
His skin is cracking.
No place to go or stay.
Body like a statue trying
to find something to say.

He can try to speak
and words flow.
But what came was a leak,
words not right to show,
words they did not seek.

He wants to cry,
But there are no tears.
One eternity to say goodbye,
and he gives into his fears.
He wishes that he could die.