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just a few more thoughts, from that dark place in my head |
The light that I cant see 201010.05 This isn't what I dreamed of, back when I still had dreams standing in an empty house, and fearing hollow screams looking across the back yard, watching squirrels at play dreading tomorrow, because it's just another empty day set another empty bottle, next to the six that came before light another cigarette, and wonder what its all been for two cars are in the driveway, both of them older than me If there's a light at the end of the tunnel, it's one that I cant see to old to dream, or so it seems to afraid to scream, for what it means to proud to cry, I have only sighs no answers why, yet I still try falling forward into the oblivion, of time worn ruts holding back the words in fear, that they'll think I'm nuts when clouds are only clouds, and pain like sand upon the beach whats the point of dreaming, when the rainbows out of reach the Kids are almost grown, heading out to live their lives every time I think of it, I almost break down and cry the house is already empty, and I'm running out of time death is only waiting, and I'm already in the line I set another empty bottle, next to the eight that came before light another cigarette, wonder if there isn't something more scraping by on failing hopes, and dreams never meant to be If there's a light at the end of the tunnel, it's one that I cant see Charles Myers II |