I walk outside
And breathe the scent of the night.
When the demons call me,
Why should I fight?
I'm just a shadow,
Do I really know what's right?
Just a shadow
In the wind of the night
It's hard to move on;
The past has taken it's toll.
Should I always remember
'Til my memory's full?
Or just let it all fade
'Til it's just a dark hole?
The future loses promise
To the past's toll
It's the middle of the night;
I grip my pencil.
My thoughts are like so much trash
Still I trace their stencil.
It's a heavy burden to bear
That I've yet to reconcile.
It's too fucking late,
But I grip my pencil
Saturday, January 26, 2008
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Especially like the lines "Should I always remember 'Til my memory's full?". I don't remember names or numbers because choose to remember other things instead ;)
lovely!! only i din get why u called it 'trash'?? the full house of the past chokes the dreamz of the future... time loses its edge n somewhere its a big ball of confusion wherein the self is lost in the shadows...
i try to grip, the threads of the past
to smell the traces of love, of happiness-
but the cloak of time suffocates over...
as the new day smokes thru, the -
shadow of my dreamz..
of my dreamz? or what were once...
but now all hidden in the shores of time
i scratch some lines, to build some bridge
n reach out, or...
maybe to cross over... to the other side.
its never too late for a new dawn.. a brand new day... i guess :) (in the end, nothing else matters!!)
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