All you gave me was escape
And it was all I ever wanted The moon shining on the lake The green of forests lone and haunted No fear for all the ghosts For you were always there with me But still I was alone My phantom couldn’t touch reality
You’ve gone mad
To be telling me I shouldn’t be alone You, to whom my judgement’s known You, who subtly tells me My life is just on loan Your impeccable advice That I should get out there and live, Always defeated by your next: That one only should accept People who can give.
We’re all the same
And all we hate We find within each other
Yet in the end
All that’s left To hate is in the mirror.
I have seen my life through others’ eyes
And they proclaimed it hell My heart was spurred to try to rise Now I leave it where it fell
There are chances better left untouched
Leaps that lead to the abyss I once thought my saving could be rushed Now I’m left with only this.
Some part of me believes
I am the rose beneath the glass An audience to please But any touch would be the last
My fragility, exaggerated
Or so some part of me believes Yet how many petals have disintegrated Watching how everybody leaves?
We operate on different wavelengths
Our hearts beat at different tones I think you haven’t found your strength yet You think I’m just tragically alone
We see a different sunlight
Our lives are lived on different clocks You think I’m running out of time I think you’re running for the rocks
We’re sailing different oceans
But I think our ships are just the same And we may dock at different havens But perhaps we’ll meet again someday.
All around you My life, my work, my home Stone garden’s peace, broken only By you
What do you complain about the most?
There’s the heat, and there’s the cold
To be young, and to be old There’s the ever nearing feeling Of eternal isolation
There’s horror come of company
The unknown that you want from me And the greater dread of knowing All I could never give alone
There’s the day and there’s the night
There is wrong and there is right And in the end it’s everything That life meant me to be shown.
How I long to leave your shadow!
To be none but myself; But so long as I am flawed and shallow, It would be me and no one else.
Only cement ghosts
Haunting pathways and your mind Are the signs of life