I waited under burning skies to welcome a new dawn. Somehow I found the strength to cry, the will to carry on. The effigy was crumbling and the structure was to fall, With mixed delight and sorrow I could feel nothing at all.
I thought I felt a teardrop but it only was the rain. To keep a mind to call my own I gladly go insane. I heard a taunting praise, and then I heard a laughing scream, To wake up just to find, again, it was a waking dream.
I waited in the corner bathed in shadows in the night. I found an hour's sleep inside and wakened in the light. My eyes sewn shut, I still could see the valleys and the peaks With lips entwined, I tore the stitch and found a way to speak.
I thought I heard a chorus, but it only was the wind. I find no sleep or peace within this war I never win. I found the world was labelled; things are never what they seem When writhing in delusion, dying in a waking dream.
I longed for just a moment but my time was undefined. I sought escape from madness and was locked inside my mind. My pen, it never ceases, spilling venom on the page, Expressing what is unexpressed, imprisoned in the rage.
Arklain · Fri Jul 20, 2007 @ 06:44am · 3 Comments |