| A VOICE FROM THE GRAVE On a field full of polished stones with names, I witness the final result of my games. From the shadows I have tracked your path And I mourn the sorrow that's beneath your wrath. The darkness and your sorrow are my disguises When I stand close by and watch you grieve. In the early morning before the sun arises I think of the past and get lost in make-believe. The world I created with lies and deceptions That brought me years of sweet celebrations. I'd laid a trap for you and your heart Never knowing it would tear me apart. You always said that we were meant to be, But there was one thing you could not see: You were someone and I was no one. You were real while I was a phantom. Now I wait for the day to arrive, When I can reach out and tell you I'm alive. Then after that our lives can begin, And I will feel your sweet breath on my skin. By: Kayryn BACK TO THE ALIAS PAGE |
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