'Somewhere, nowhere.'
By blackheart
Turning in the satire, i sink into some filthy mire, Sarcasm runs me through, As the night clouds all attempts in view. To wake me from this nightmare, For this time, i’m not prepared. Open up the bleeding door, Alone i’ll run on bloody shore. Betwixt, i stand on lunar sky, Drinking every shadow dry, Lurking in an indecisive night and day, It’s time to fight for rightful place. So... i’ll open up my arms, And let the world in. Share my heart with Eden, As i beg for my redemption. Washing in the overwhelming sea, Of thoughts so good i have in me, Perhaps they’ll make me clean, i could sparkle, shine and newly gleam. Replace the frowns with smiles, As i refuse to follow, single file. Instead i’ll break the path we’re shown, And plod along, with me, alone. And slowly i’ll remember how to speak, Remind myself that feelings can run deep. Perhaps upon my journey i’ll meet with someone else, That walks in shoes, on path, i know so well. And... i’ll open up my heart, And let the beauty in. Share myself with someone, As we approach a destination… Where? Who cares... For we’ll always walk together, Somewhere, nowhere. Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 08:19 PM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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