Post by Nine of Spades on Dec 2, 2009 16:06:49 GMT -6
Heh, I'm back. Again. God, I'm awful at keeping up with things.
Anyway, I have something new for you. Even if it is crappy, it's my favorite thing I've written so far. The inspiration for it was more beautiful then I'd like to admit.
Night Again
'Tis night again
And I can see the stars
Shining down like fiery traitors
And all I can think of is you
And I wonder why
Why does the mere thought of you
Torment my mind so?
Were we not friends,
Lovers, till the bitter end?
Yet you plague my every move.
Shadows of you cross my vision
You misread my first intentions
And took my love far beyond
What I ever hoped it would become.
And now you've left me,
Though you know my every breath
Belongs to you alone.
If I drown myself in my sea of tears,
Would you even take notice
Of my floating, blue corpse upon the waters?
My mind races now,
Thinking of ways I can once again regain you
And the more and more I ponder,
The weaker I become,
And I wonder if it is not all my fault,
Though my blame has gone to others past.
For 'twas not me who first had banished you
Back to the realm from whence you came.
And it was I who beckoned your return,
For my every moment was a nightmare alone.
But the morning comes,
And I place myself again in my facade,
My everlasting play upon the stage
Where I am the only actor,
Among an audience which doesn't care.
I place myself in the refuge
Of my bitter torment,
And my empty nothingness surrounds me
Like a cloak which renders me immune to care.
I move myself like a pawn across a chessboard,
Where I am the only player.
For it seems no one else cares to see my pain,
Nor do they have any wish to,
For the mere thought of it spurs
Talk of melodrama and foolishness,
For they say
"If you sought him so,
"Why did you ever at first
"Allow him to leave?
"Should you have fought for him,
"Like he so valiantly did for you,
"You might have changed your wretched fate,
"And spared me this woeful tale."
Alas, the day passes,
And my thoughts of you
Destroy my senses until
I am but a simple statue,
Living, but lifeless.
I place myself among the sheets
That you and I once shared
So willingly, I force myself
To hold back the tears of pain.
It almost makes me ill,
To think I ever allowed myself
To live my life without you.
Each and every day I find myself
Drawing closer to my more willing death,
And all I can think of is you.
If you'll miss me when I'm gone,
And perhaps join me on the shadow plains,
And dance with me a while.
'Tis night again,
And I sit a ponder,
What I should do
Without you.
Anyway, I have something new for you. Even if it is crappy, it's my favorite thing I've written so far. The inspiration for it was more beautiful then I'd like to admit.
Night Again
'Tis night again
And I can see the stars
Shining down like fiery traitors
And all I can think of is you
And I wonder why
Why does the mere thought of you
Torment my mind so?
Were we not friends,
Lovers, till the bitter end?
Yet you plague my every move.
Shadows of you cross my vision
You misread my first intentions
And took my love far beyond
What I ever hoped it would become.
And now you've left me,
Though you know my every breath
Belongs to you alone.
If I drown myself in my sea of tears,
Would you even take notice
Of my floating, blue corpse upon the waters?
My mind races now,
Thinking of ways I can once again regain you
And the more and more I ponder,
The weaker I become,
And I wonder if it is not all my fault,
Though my blame has gone to others past.
For 'twas not me who first had banished you
Back to the realm from whence you came.
And it was I who beckoned your return,
For my every moment was a nightmare alone.
But the morning comes,
And I place myself again in my facade,
My everlasting play upon the stage
Where I am the only actor,
Among an audience which doesn't care.
I place myself in the refuge
Of my bitter torment,
And my empty nothingness surrounds me
Like a cloak which renders me immune to care.
I move myself like a pawn across a chessboard,
Where I am the only player.
For it seems no one else cares to see my pain,
Nor do they have any wish to,
For the mere thought of it spurs
Talk of melodrama and foolishness,
For they say
"If you sought him so,
"Why did you ever at first
"Allow him to leave?
"Should you have fought for him,
"Like he so valiantly did for you,
"You might have changed your wretched fate,
"And spared me this woeful tale."
Alas, the day passes,
And my thoughts of you
Destroy my senses until
I am but a simple statue,
Living, but lifeless.
I place myself among the sheets
That you and I once shared
So willingly, I force myself
To hold back the tears of pain.
It almost makes me ill,
To think I ever allowed myself
To live my life without you.
Each and every day I find myself
Drawing closer to my more willing death,
And all I can think of is you.
If you'll miss me when I'm gone,
And perhaps join me on the shadow plains,
And dance with me a while.
'Tis night again,
And I sit a ponder,
What I should do
Without you.