Whispers In My HeadAloneI hear the silent whisperingOf thoughts come unbiddenSecret caressesOf suppressed desiresVoices of willfully forgotten thingsThey tell me what I should have beenWhat I could have changedWhat-ifs fill the empty airWhere other voices should have beenI have no friends to confide inNo sympathetic earI can't abide the lonelinessIt strangles out my voiceCrippled of my will to speakI can't find anyone who will listenLost in the tempestOf thoughts I can't controlI begin to understandI can't change anything at all
A Heart FeveredAn unfurling flower of darkness,The slip of a lie, unfounded,A fear turned to fire,Beguiling teardrops bright as cinders,To the frail borderlands of my soul.A firestorm of distrust,A spreading malignancy of misery,To a heart fevered and disillusioned,Beyond the event horizon,Of the cover of my laughter.
Waiting For A RideWaiting on a bench,In the sun,For a bus that never comes.Luggage in hand,Ready to go,Heart still beating but growing so sore.Crowds go byBut nobody seesA lady and her baggage; so full of pleas.Time that it ends,Still stuck in this place,Wanting for death but never seeing his face.Can't find the first step,For a ride to the end,Waiting on a bench,In the sun,For a bus that never runs.
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