Wednesday, February 22, 2006

The Sweetest Dream

Mirror reflect this scream
I've angered long
To chance upon the sweetest dream
So stretch my skin
Restless gods
In cryptic words
Riddled songs
Break apart this for which I long

Make it turn
My heart of hearts
I need pain to change my life
Gentile mist
And turning leaves
We all come to bury truth

My naked soul
Just has to grieve
If I leave
I will move against my will
Stay with me a while
While I sleep

Am I so blind to believe
This is what I am
Can't they see
This cable coils
Around my neck
Now and then
I could use a friend
A friend of use

My roots are buried deep
As deep as they can climb
Now and then
I could use a friend
A friend of use

There is always one more scar
I am sure to blame for this
I need to get this too
Now and then