Friday, April 17, 2009

Never Was

There’s no blood, their never was. Nothing more but dust and more dust pores out of my soul. I fade away whit just a gust of wind. I’m nothing more then the shadow in the day and the whisper in the wind. You can’t see me, not well enough. You can’t hear me, hardly at all. So when I say I’m sorry do you hear me? When I beg for forgiveness do you see me? There’s no blood, their never was, and there never will be.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A place

Set in a place where pleasure is not an option. A place where my dreams are chained to the wall and my soul lost to the wind. A place where freedom is never near nor here it just faded away in to the dust where we fall. When tears fall I fall whit them to seek the place to be free. A place where I can be free from the bonds of time a place where time is lost to itself and love set free. A place where happy endings do exist and I’m truly in control is the mind of the beholder.