This Is All ABout Me

Inside the face that hides behind my eyes A tragic memory of wasted time. In my heart I feel it changing.. But my mind is just a creation.. a creation of grace.. a feeling of my past and future being erased. Inside the harp plays.. words of many people that seem to fade. Darkness turns to night, I'm filled with things I can't describe. To believe, would be simple to not believe would be hard I feel my self falling apart. The tide began to rise, The sun settled for the last time... All things left with out even saying farewell. I was stuck in a lonely house, a cottage outside of hell. The rapids were slowly pressing against the rocks.. the stars lost their glow, and no one seemed to notice but me. If only I were not blessed with eyes to see such things. If only I were not blessed with a heart of feeling, Then I would leave this trigger behind. if only I were not blessed.. with all the things that will one day lye at rest, I would feel alive. If only this world was never made.. and all things created began to fade.. I would be okay. In the misty fog, I search far away. Learning to live, only day by day. To forget his face that passes me, the hunger of my destiny. Such cruelty... such tragedy.. This is all me. Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 03:30 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 1