a bel esprit
will fly no more
in silence is
a deafening roar
Tag: original prose
why?
I don’t really know.
darkness
will always remain.
and with it
a mournful dirge,
a sorrowful refrain.
spread then
your wings and fly…
it is quiet
I can hear the dust
falling on the floor
in tiny bursts
of micro thunder
I close my eyes
and I wonder
will it ever stop
somewhere
love is
somewhere
love isn’t
somewhere
all the stars
are waiting
for you
I adored
how she would
curl her lip
whenever
she was lost
in thought
it was such a tempting
target
you were my guiding light
a compass that was true
I made it through the night
but just because of you
we’ve lost control
of the life we live
somehow we’ve forgotten
how to forgive
we’ve lost control
and we can’t figure
it
out
tell me
what thoughts occur
when the night
comes crashing in
you turn to look for her
and she’s gone once again
tell me
tell me
I want to meet you
in a quiet place
where songs play softly
and there is no trace
of melancholy in the air
they’ve put me in
this house of pain
to never feel
the sun again
cold dark towers
scrape the sky
the rain falls down
as angels cry
i’m living in
this house of pain
what are these tears
upon my face
regret has taken
angers place
comes the dawn
my soul will die
cause enough
for me to cry
i’m crying in
this house of pain
will they stop?
baby i don’t know
will they stop?
baby i don’t know
they are tears
of inner sadness
of confusion
and of madness
will they stop?
baby i don’t know
the warden says
i’m gonna die
the warden says
i’m gonna die
well maybe then
i will be free
of all these things
that are haunting me
the warden says
i’m gonna die
and I will leave
this house of pain
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