A Thousand Sights, A single pair of eyes.

A Thousand Sights, A single pair of eyes

Already. You can feel the thug
A warm, tentative pull to the east
As the sun rises to another day
As you watch your own ruin via the distance

Hapless, in your lucid dreams
where you only wish you could stay
and actually turn them into reality
taking little stories as they unfold

but then again, such was never you
As your blossom years past you by,
you chose to let friends grow out of you
and you, left on the shelf.

So somtimes, when you face another dusty tome again
you panic, you despair at the beggining of the end
as you always took little comfort writing
maybe, you will take more rest keeping the silence

Then grow, and grow
Because those around you never could tell.
Your promises, your little silent ones too.
as you fancied yourself in that prison cell.

As always, you cannot bear to face them again
the hunting flock of trends and minds
your only wish, was someone whom could tell
oh foolish words, you knew it yourself.

The past, was always yours to forget
The flesh has decayed,
but the bones are still whole
And as much as you wanted to, grief, not vision, follows your shadows

And so, how you always wished.
like i said before, foolish words to yourself.
there was never a perhaps
there is only. show and tell.

In the small windowed cell
where sometimes i let my mind wonder
How are you now? Have you grown, Have you gone better.
And the wind brings news to me. In my small windowed cell

Distance. In her sweet embrace
has taught me how to forget
But after all, lighter days are harder to remember
Because. You remember me.


As Foul.

Cry. and cry. and cry..... and it dosent work.