| 2 weeks, too long |
| Standing silent, room filled with echoes Shouts pour out and thoughts begin to flow Swallowed whole by this room, again Wanting to scream but, only silence, again Running in fear, chasing for somber tone Hollow inside, wasted thought on the telephone A murmur squandered in reckless defeat; Matched only in Voices Deep Face down, fallen, sunken eyes Drear bent limbs, and rustled lives Looking for strength, searching for spring. Inspired by Hope and Love to cling. Torn between worlds, weak with despair. Broken tattered, in need of air. The gray replaces the baby blue Emotion moves statically through Longing to breath Your sacred Hue My eyes don't focus, at least not on You. Looking for strength, searching for spring. Inspired by Hope and Love to cling. Torn between worlds, weak with despair. Broken tattered, in need of air. The Well is solid, The rocks swell and break. The stone cuts freely, Flesh marred from mistake. |