My head searches
the meaning for
the silence in
lyrics.

I drink the wine,
as I dream about
the past.

Because the past
is the only thing
that seems so real.

Only to find that
modern days seem
to be heartache.

A pain that lingers
with a bittersweet kisses.
I lie to myself,
as the stars fade
into raven flights in
the morning lighting.

I try to drag myself
each day as I try
to find a meaning
to velvet shawl,
but only find countless
disappointment.

I sulk in me,
and it's always me.
Alone in the empty
streets of drunken
courage.

When danger looms
around the corner,
but I'm a fool amongst
the dazzling exception.

02/27/2010

Posted on 02/28/2010
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