Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Silent
3.15.05
There is beauty in the figments
Lying beneath your fingertips
I’m holding my breath while I watch
All but blind in this darkness
There is nothing left to tell you
No euphuisms, no lies left to say
I’m dying to reach out to you
But I’m so afraid of being pushed away
I’ve been down this road before
And the blood, it etches the memory
Pouring through the mirror
There’s no one left to direct these feelings
Of things we’re doomed to never feel
Quiet now, the silence is coming
Covering the earth, spiraling down
And all the things you’ve said
Die, floating away
Like the nothingness you can only hope to be.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]