August 11, 2012

The Silent Pillow





The eternal sorrow of a broken heart,
a beaten mind an' a forgotten smile.
Holding it deep inside, the eyes can still tell,
hiding it long inside, a time when you fell.

The unfinished turmoil that continues,
with months passing by into years,
For a peace that no longer dwells,
Only laughter seals the fears.

The blinding truth that hurts to unravel,
It's better unknown, it's better left alone,
Grieving over sorrows untold,
She lay down softly on her pillow.

June 5, 2012

Rusty Spade



Bring back the memories
Bring back the worries
'Cause that's the only way 
I'll know i'm alive

Cut me with a blade
Dig me a grave
Bury me despite the cries 
Yeah! Dust that rusty spade

Am alive when i'm dead
A requiem keeps playing in my head
Am alive when i'm dead
A requiem keeps playing in my head

Drown my empty life
What's it good for anymore?
Burn my heart in coal
What's it going to hold?

Cut me with a blade
Dig me a grave
Bury me despite the cries 
Yeah! Dust that rusty spade

Am alive when i'm dead
A requiem keeps playing in my head
Am alive when i'm dead
My silence will tell 
what's not being said.

Image courtesy:
http://www.everythingblog.net/2011/09/14/gravestones/