Behold the seconds ticking away,
while the minutes pass by...
Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...
They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...
A promise is like a piece of rope,
Alone the strands are week...
The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...
Of all the cheating and the lies I hear everyday,
Of all the silent screams without the words to...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
A long day
Begins the same as others...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...