The Crag

When will you see the blood crawling from my walls
And admit the pleasure of words which cut me so
But you don’t understand the force which drives the storm
When all you hear are screams

Sirens howl a hundred curses outside my windowpane
And here I sit within these butchered corners waiting for my turn
Silent and oblivious to the coming strike
Staring empty at the hours which pass within my life

Misery walks in time with a heart grown cold and dark
Beautiful in her enchanted and sorrowful eyes
Painful mourning in a blasphemous stare
Striking me with such bold indecision

Should I follow in the path to drowning
Or fall by the wayside in a torrent of tears
Either way is destitution and unseen death
As I silently await the clock’s toll… one more hour

Still the dream awakens me
Still it pushes me to the edge
Where I wish to leap and fly
Just once, to be finally free

One more hour, and the mirror grows hazy
Endless days have I spent searching
Never to find a reason
Never to find relief, nor a passing smile

Maybe one day, I’ll run to the seaside
And find my drowning Fantasia
Follow me, follow me, and never look back
For you will awake in the nightmares I see every day

Dreams fade, and years float away
As the storm takes its victim for one last ride
All I am is a winding, rocky path
And in the end, I will face the crag, and leap.

No more storms and no more blood
Never again to dream this dream
Don’t dare show your liar’s tears
For I was merely a phantom, passing through your day…



Message from the author: This is one I wrote a few years back for a friend. Hope you all enjoy.

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