Fallen are the castles,those ruins left behind in time,where are the bards and minstrels but beneath the walls of rubble and loneliness is the last voice that sings in the quiet of desolation...
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Mask
dreaming of dreams I did,
to stand still i stood,
to watch my life from behind my mask,
it was easy and I understood.
fading from the world you see,
my eyes are closed when you begin to dream,
for all that i need are the lies to keep me happy,
to tie me to the ground and hear the drowning scream.
walk me blind to the edge of the sea,
the terrible deed upon the heartless tarry,
yet imagined purpose fills the empty voice,
and I am hiding behind the shade of my eyes.
you found me running away,
away,away,from this world,my grave,
stop hurting me in all the right ways,
I will hide my mask away.
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Wow - what intensity; Thank you! Great work. Cheers, David
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