Who would've thought that music from the 50's would have put me in the frame of mind to write again. This is what comes out when I listen to the wonderful works of Chuck Berry, Elvis, Marvin Gaye, Fats Domino, etc....
The days slowly tick by
The distance between grows
My soul is being drained
And the heart, ever blacker.
You sound so far away
A faint whisper down a dark hallway
A hollow voice forced through tight lips
Words reluctant, yet spoken.
A spear pierces me
You never knew you threw
A wave of your hand
Replaces blood with ice.
A living corpse
With tunnel vision
Unable to see across the chasm
That time has put between us.
That rocky cliff
Keeps me in one place
Always scaning the horizon
Looking for the one I let get away.
~Bladez~
The days slowly tick by
The distance between grows
My soul is being drained
And the heart, ever blacker.
You sound so far away
A faint whisper down a dark hallway
A hollow voice forced through tight lips
Words reluctant, yet spoken.
A spear pierces me
You never knew you threw
A wave of your hand
Replaces blood with ice.
A living corpse
With tunnel vision
Unable to see across the chasm
That time has put between us.
That rocky cliff
Keeps me in one place
Always scaning the horizon
Looking for the one I let get away.
~Bladez~