~ Dry ~

Dry

My inspiration has run dry
The last of my promises have fallen upon the silver sheen
Blotting out a red-blood sky

When the shadow rises up
And the darkness is set loose
I still know that I may hold up this light
Lost in its endless blues

When the storm comes
It must be fought off with repentence
And when the tempest has begun
It must be stopped with resistance

The angel-herald flies so high
He has control of earth, water, and sky
Or so they thought
But deep inside all they’ve really got is nothing

Cold, confused, frozen and chilled to the bone
The ocean has washed them clear from their throne
Time has ended
For those who once were
Now the time has come for the mirroring of the earth

Do you hear-
The singing, oh so loud?
It echoes
In my soul, pouring out towards this crowd

I cannot refrain
From what began today
Destiny seems to once again
Have somehow found her twisted way

Sun pale and light shining down through a darkened sky
Moon silver and white sparkling with its sullen gleaming cry
Crystal lake is met and so the reflection has begun
Diamond depths declare and so the rippling tide has won

The last of my ink inside has finally given out
And so we watch the skies yet I do not cry out
Everything and nothing is within my plea
Where is the promiser that promised to save me?

<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]