Nights are always long when you're alone
and short when together
and middle when unknown.
Tonight is long.
There are dreams deep behind my eyes
if you look right through
my skin's lies.
But when i search for them in tranquil water,
I see cold colors
around empty black slaughter.
These dreams a re my lenses; they color my sight.
Though I know they are,
I can't see them quite . . .
But in the purest void: starless black night,
the void is a screen
reflecting my sight.
In the morning we forget a Truth Night's glare,
it's easy to stumble on . . .
forget all that was there.
You're behind my eyes, you and a pride
but it blocks you out
and thus i am denied.
We accept the love we think we have earned
and I haven't.
so away I have turned. |