lying
I’ve been alone with u in my mind.
Maybe that’s too weak, I know.
The painful river from my eyes
for the past I cannot erase,
it won’t stop, u know.
I saw the vision of you,
in the dreams.
What are you doing with me?
Aren’t you an angel with a sword?
Aren’t you a prophet?
Whatever..
You came to me, my girl,
into the eerie stillness,
yourself in weakness,
your weapon: Gods own.
You carved the foulest things
In my head, my psyche.
You said:
don’t look the other way,
tragedy is looming,
cut the path,
drenching in the core,
in the icy cloudy grey..
I feel the thick black emptiness,
I look down, the things we lose
separate us. Isn’t it?
I thought I could be stronger,
I can’t. It’s difficult. I try.
I looked into blackness,
and saw what was never really there.
I was lying to my dear,
so stupid, never meant to do..
sorry, is a word..
What’s the meaning of live?
Why do I exist?
Perhaps, it’s one big lie…
Reacties op dit gedicht
| diepdenker: | Dinsdag, juni 17, 2003 21:01 |
| your lyrics are enchanting as so is the music of your heart... |
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| **droopy**: | Dinsdag, juni 17, 2003 20:37 |
| an angel with a sword... prachtig. ooit zal je de kracht wel hebben hoor. blijven in jezelf geloven. veel sterkte Xxxxx |
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