Ink and Paper Garden
All that is real anymore is my imagination
Dark and corrupted
I grope around for my light
Hoping to stumble towards you
Promises of nectar and candy
Turn to barbed wire and puffs of menthol
And I look for you
Look for my sunlight
Look for my warmth
Strain to hear your voice
Calling out
In my darkness I find a jewel
Shining bright I move closer
It becomes a window
Peering through I see you
Writhing in a tangle of thorns
I want to gouge my eyes out
And I look for you
Look for my sunlight
Look for my warmth
Strain to hear your voice
Calling out
In my ink and paper garden there is no hope
But then my darkness opens
Bathed in new found sunlight
Out comes my angel
Smile on your face
And I've found you
Found my sunlight
Found my warmth
I hear you clearly
Holding you close
 Captain_Cynic · Tue Jan 30, 2007 @ 03:49am · 2 Comments |
