Thursday, November 1, 2012

here, still


there's medicine to take
to make the pain go away
but i'm not ready just yet
here, the sun is going down
here, my thoughts are burning out
like the flames in the sky
scattered by the ocean of night

still, i just want to feel a moment longer
still, i just want to sink into the subtle skin of nightmare

there's nothing to rage against
here inside this broken tomb
the walls have crumbled and
i'm left bathed in the light
i can see everything outside
but who will remember this place, if not me?

who will read all the stories on the wall?
words and pictographs engaged in their secret dance
who will ever see my footprints on the floor?

i once was a dreamer
singing stars down from the sky
i dreamed of time
i dreamed of sand

i once was a phantom
i hid with owls in the trees
i hid from everyone to save my feathered cloak

i once was a scarecrow
watching everything pass by
until a peasant came and set my feet on fire
and i knew right then that i would have to go

i am a wanderer
drinking coffee on your couch
holes in my sweater
i can't seem to fight this chill
the tears stay locked inside
i can't find where they've gone
i only know that i can't tell when something's wrong
i never thought i'd be this still

i should've apologized
about two hundred times by now
i stole this rhythm from a song
i can't be bothered, now, to hide it anymore
we lie, we cheat, we steal
and then we hit the floor

i was a dreamer
singing stars down from the sky
that's where i left one friend behind
i dreamed of time
i dreamed of sand
but i would never offer up a simple hand

i was a phantom
i hid with owls in the trees
i hid from everyone to save my feathered cloak
and when i met the ground no one was there to know

i was a scarecrow
watching everything pass by
looking no one in the eye
until a lost man came and set my feet on fire
i could've stayed and burned
instead i found desire

i am a wanderer
walking naked through the sin
and what will happen if i lose myself again?
will there still be something left for me to win?

there's nothing to rage against
here, inside this broken tomb
my heart is empty
but that only means there's room

i tried to write a poem
with a song stuck in my head
so all the lines are just repeating now, instead
and here, the sun is going down
still, no apologies are found