Volume IX
         
         

        Go away
        I don't want to see you
             in my mirror
        I don't want to read your words
             in mine
        Go away Lady Lazarus
             and bury
             your
             suicidal siren song
                  of self pity
             some place
                  where I won't
                  trip over it
        Some people pretend to long for the grave
        They turn pain into a lifestyle
             and death into a religion
        They keep every thorn
        and need to worship someone like you
                  a helpless scarred queen
             sent to us
             with some profound message
        Maybe
             if I'm as insane as you
             someone will worship me too
        Please give us your wisdom
             teach us the art of victimhood
        You do it so well, Lady Lazarus
        Some people dream of the day
             you'll appear in their mirrors
             reveal the beauty
                  found only in suffering
        but I don't feel blessed by your presence
        I'm not impressed to see you in me
        I won't admire that reflection
        Because
        I don't need to wallow in blame
        and I know Lady Lazarus
             won't rise from the dead
        She's too interested
             in her own distress
             too distracted by her madness
                  to hear the dawn call

        Copyright Wildheart 2000

        Sometimes life is too fast
        swirls around me
             tries to drown me
        I just blink
             and today becomes the past
        You won't save me from it
             too caught up in the whirl
             living in a blurr
        I just blink
             and you become my past
        and the world keeps twirling
        around the sun
        there it goes
        in a blink

        Copyright Wildheart 2000

        The Two of Cups
        and The Devil
        Sent me searching for
             a little hope in the midst of madness
        My search has brought me
             to your door
        In the middle
             of so much
             that is wrong
        I find something special
             something in your eyes
             has made me realize
        that life doesn't stop
             when one part is bad
        The cards will never be
             all good
        If I stay away from your door
        The Devil covers me forever
        And The Two of Cups
             stay empty

        Copyright Wildheart 2000

        My fake friends
             are calling again
        Aren't they caring and kind?
        No fangs to be seen
        Maybe I'm safe in the day
                  No way!
             Gotta watch my neck
             they're only here for my blood
        Please tell me your secrets
             and I'll tell the whole world
        You can call me
             anytime
        You can tell me
             anything
        with a soft smile
        Fake friends know to keep the shoulder ready
        with a soft smile
        Please tell me your troubles
             and I'll use them against you someday
        they mine salt from tears
        and take the trust
             from your soul
        Gotta watch my back
        Gotta swallow my tears
        Think I'll unplug the phone
             for awhile

        Copyright Wildheart 2000

        I'm too tired to deal
             with you today
        Walking on eggshells
                  has never been
                  my forteŽ
        What am I doing in your breakable world?
             easy to break
             easy to crack
             easy to be angry
                  with me
        Potential disaster lurks
        whenever I'm near
        What will I destroy today?
        You're so fragile
             my whispers crush you
        You're so great
             that you'll never risk success
        Dream of walking on water
             but never learn to swim
        It's a perfect balance
             a beautiful world
                  of your own creation
                  that falls apart whenever I'm near
        Please send me a thousand miles away
            before I break something else
            in your perfect world

        Copyright Wildheart 2000

        Face to face
             but not close enough
        Not too close to scare me
        Not close enough
             to make me soar
             through this experience
                  called life
        Come a little closer
             Not close enough to kill me
             just close enough to thrill me
        Wake me
        From this dream called immortality
             that fools me
             into believing
                  that time has a price
                  and I can always buy more
        Don't waste this moment
        Come a little closer
             I want to know
             that your presence
             isn't an accident
        Erase this distance
        You're close
        just not close enough

        Copyright Wildheart 2000

        My heart isn't on my sleeve anymore
        I had an
             ectomy
             of some sort
        All I know is - you've been removed
        Whole again
        feels so good to be missing you
        emptied of you
        My heart's on automatic ignore
             as I practice
                  the art of indifference
             and struggle to notice
             something that once mattered so much
        I don't look up when you are near
        I don't have to try
        Well, maybe I'll look
        and  maybe I'll smile
             but never at the same time
        because you're not on my sleeve anymore
        you don't matter much anymore
        I don't know why you're near anymore
        Go as far away as you can
        I won't follow
             and I won't look
        Go find what you want
        I know I'm not there

        Cop[yright Wildheart 2000

        Oh yeah,
        I was cold
             couldn't pretend to love
        you
        or anyone else
        Glacier Girl will never melt
        give you fake affection
        the kind that you crave
        the kind that others give
             so easily
        Here I sit
             behind my frost covered windows
        thinking I could have been an actress
        played a starring role in your life
        If only I weren't so damn cold
        If only I weren't so damn honest
        If only a lie were something I could live
        No, I can't live a life of numbness
             If that is my choice
             I prefer the cold
        Freeze me
        Leave me
             alone and shivering
        Freeze me
        Leave me
             atleast I can feel it
        Freeze me
        Believe me
             atleast it's true

        Copyright Wildheart 2000

        Where is my muse today?
             I type on the keys
             and nothing meaningful
                  appears on the screen
        Looking for my muse
        Ah, there she is -
             making snow angels
             while I struggle to be profound
        Everything's going backwards
        Nothing makes sense
        Can't get it right without my guide
             moving the thoughts
                  from my head to my heart
             turning the thoughts
                  into words
                  that flow
                  from my mind
                  down my left arm
                  to my fingers
                  through the ink
                  to the page
        But nothing moves today
        Because my snow angel must play

        Copyright Wildheart 1998

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