Tell me how it would
seem that each day seems
quite dreary and dull.
Yet all you can do
is stare blankly ahead.

When love seems so
distant and foreign,
and warriors only
surrendor in blanket
attempts.

Tell me how it could
be that music seems
to echo an eternity
of broken hopes and
broken blades.

When your memories
only make my lips
echo your name like
a curse.

Oh I wish someone
could understand
the darkness that bleeds
and consumes my needs.

But all I have are
broken dreams of you
and me, and how it
used to be.

08/03/2005

Posted on 08/03/2005
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