Saturday, September 7, 2013

Misguided

Turn to the  c a n d l e l i g ht
Feel it's glow,
In contrast with the chill  o u t s i d e
You know the fear is there,
But you can't really feel it
Whether your numb enough now
Or the dark thoughts make no difference
The mind is not in control like it once was,
The nerves are all misguided.

The books they are unbinding

The way glass hits the surface
All pieces shatter out of place
What was once whole.
And truthfully sacred
Becomes a body of scars...
Blessed-less and evil.

I know the titles are sometimes repeated
As are the f r a g m e n t s
And the personality of his spirit
Be i n g
With no reflection under the glass

No sentiment to a song that once was more beautiful
Than the heart could bare....
Though the poems are still written
With such strong emotion
The passion will not end until the memory dies.
And the memories are repeated...

As are the f r a g m e n t s

Starring back with eyes...
With no reflection under the glass

Turn to the  c a n d l e l i g ht
Feel it's glow,
In contrast with the chill  o u t s i d e
You know the fear is wrong...

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