Life

You never said “the end.” You only spoke to me through silence, and I escaped the curse and made my way toward history. It wasn’t me then who took you to the edge and watched you fall. It wasn’t me then testing your desire by setting fire to the House of Jupiter.

And I will never forget the way I fell toward what you wanted and what I thought I had. Seeing your demise wasn’t at all grand; I’m still a barrel of jaded contraband. It hurts as much today as it did when I hit the floor that dreadful August night.

New times brought too many changes and you grew tired with my obsession with stages. And now I’m flashing back; I see your eyes when they were craving me. And the way you held your breath when I was naming the stars! You brought me back to life; turned my skin the color of sand. I hope you’re happy in “the end”.

Add comment November 4th, 2008

Standing there alone again

Make way for all the words they say, “how could you know that they weren’t true?” With whispering voices in your head, what can be done? What can be said? And all their words, they seem to be just another statement. You see them standing with new faces. Faces with no eyes.

Standing there alone again, you don’t need another friend. Walking down the road of blame, truth will never be the same.

Give way for another truthless day. You rise as a beating on your soul. You hold your breath while feeling numb as black rain clouds are sealing up the sun. The shouting voices in your head tell you nothing. You scream but no one hears you calling; you’re left with all your lies.

Lies.

Standing there alone again, you don’t need another friend. Walking down the road of blame, truth will never be the same.

Standing Alone by Echo Image

Add comment November 2nd, 2008