Yet another day

Yet another day

Confusion, more of wanted…
Sickness, darker side of the truth
Oblivious to the self inflicted sorrow
Telling the story of a branded heart
Waiting for when waiting will disappear
Will nothing into view
But the distant peace, the distant me
The shape of you, through broken glass
Deflexions of reflecting creatures
None being while it can be
While it should be
While it’s time to be

The depths of this manipulation
Lays behind pulled red curtains
Hysterically laughing at his own demise
Miserable, wretched, suffering his resolves
Light and glory his hands can spare
A blanket of white, the oceans of his eyes glares
Lost and found the merry go round
Playing games, laughing not included
Crossing blades with the depths of his past
Stuck in moment,
How long can a moment last…?

Mad Horse – Déc/2006