| Black Wedding Slipping away day by day.... creeping to the dark... not looking very far and looking to eternity why do we dream the things that we dream what dose it mean broken pieces portrayed in pictures I thought it was a smile... while in my heart I knew for a while now I laugh a bitter laugh, [at my self deception] what was I thinking... pictures that haunt and taunt why was it all a lie... [why did I try] and the poem I found mixed in, I was deceived again... I smiled with a tear in my eye, yet it was not a happy day... it was the day I lept from the edge into the waiting abbess... the day I threw away sanity, and opted for your reality... my nightmear soon to see... all my life was to be, laid to the bare in open air... and to this bard was laid a shard... the weakness of that smile, my plea, my last ditch for snaity... the tear..... the tear was the truth, the truth I tried to hide from myself, no recall of these words... but the writing grips me with fear, its written in your hand no doubt, your lie written out in words... [another bitter laugh] scrap of paper welding audacity from the past those shards of broken glass... I can feel them like yesterday... ghost from my past. I check my hands absently... my nature demure, until pushed passed the line, then insanity reins... you took me there, ...lying rouge... nothing but an illustrious story portrayed by you believed by the bard and sold as a joke down river, where dreams lie drowned in sorrow and truth... reality a bitter truth I gulped it down to see the light sinking into the tub, trying to escape... running hands along my body, touching every memorie mapped in scars... Doctor Jeckle, Mr. Hide I will confide, you had so many believing your side. Touch a scar, close my eyes... Phoenix Arizona... clear as can be I hear the song... with glass piling in a plate, I had decided this was not my fate... It was always a black wedding... |
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