Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Memoriabilia
5.02.04
Pieces of paper
Stranded
On the floor
In the doorway
Shards of a mirror
Broken
Into my heart
Into the darkness
Raising the life
Among the shadows
Closing your eyes
You can’t hide
From yourself
Pieces of paper
Cut and made into-
Something beautiful
Shards of a mirror
They aren’t her
But they are all the world-
Has to remember her by
Raising the life
Among the shadows
I do not- I do not trust you
Closing your eyes
You can’t hide
I do not- I do not love you
For yourself
The mask is a token
A memorabilia
The mask is a token
Of who we are not
Who we are not
Raising the life
Among the shadows
I do not- I do not trust you
Closing your eyes
You can’t hide
I do not- I do not love you
For yourself
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]