CryWolf
February 21st, 2012, 03:07 PM
DEPTH
She stands outside under her own window in the rain
She’s singing a song of longing up to herself from a secret identity
Loneliness runs down her face
Drops of rain infected with salt tasting bitter on her lips
If wishes were candy she’d be diabetic
Dancing around the failures of the living celebrating the dead
Licking on the scars that were self inflicted she says is the fault of others
The energy runs out of her veins
Drops of life flow like syrup and hit the ground running
If pain could be measured she’d be off the scale
One more exclamation point to come right at the end
Another story finishes with a bang as loud as nothing
There is no end to endings
There is no stopping being stopped
Another truth caught lying winks at ignorance
And faith like a balloon gets popped
Out and out it creeps from within
All in all we’re all swept away
The tides that used to ebb and flow with reason
Have drowned us in the depth of days
He sits under the tree daydreaming he’s in his favorite movie
Fantasizing he’s the star with the gun pointing at his tormentors
The smile is lazy on his face
Twitching at the corners is the tick tock of time he knows is short
If we could see in his head we’d feel so extreme
Buzzing in and out of the real and the fever his eyes look side to side
Shining on the onlookers as they walk by pointing and laughing every year
The energy pulses in his hands
Grasping and clenching the grass then pulling up the roots
If his mental vision comes to light they’ll all be famous
One more, big question mark to come right at the end
Another story finishes with a scream that barely whispers
There is no end to endings
There is no stopping being stopped
Another truth caught lying winks at ignorance
And faith like a balloon gets popped
Out and out it creeps from within
All in all we’re all swept away
The tides that used to ebb and flow in season
Have drowned us in the depth of days
She stands outside under her own window in the rain
She’s singing a song of longing up to herself from a secret identity
Loneliness runs down her face
Drops of rain infected with salt tasting bitter on her lips
If wishes were candy she’d be diabetic
Dancing around the failures of the living celebrating the dead
Licking on the scars that were self inflicted she says is the fault of others
The energy runs out of her veins
Drops of life flow like syrup and hit the ground running
If pain could be measured she’d be off the scale
One more exclamation point to come right at the end
Another story finishes with a bang as loud as nothing
There is no end to endings
There is no stopping being stopped
Another truth caught lying winks at ignorance
And faith like a balloon gets popped
Out and out it creeps from within
All in all we’re all swept away
The tides that used to ebb and flow with reason
Have drowned us in the depth of days
He sits under the tree daydreaming he’s in his favorite movie
Fantasizing he’s the star with the gun pointing at his tormentors
The smile is lazy on his face
Twitching at the corners is the tick tock of time he knows is short
If we could see in his head we’d feel so extreme
Buzzing in and out of the real and the fever his eyes look side to side
Shining on the onlookers as they walk by pointing and laughing every year
The energy pulses in his hands
Grasping and clenching the grass then pulling up the roots
If his mental vision comes to light they’ll all be famous
One more, big question mark to come right at the end
Another story finishes with a scream that barely whispers
There is no end to endings
There is no stopping being stopped
Another truth caught lying winks at ignorance
And faith like a balloon gets popped
Out and out it creeps from within
All in all we’re all swept away
The tides that used to ebb and flow in season
Have drowned us in the depth of days