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Sunday, 25 April 2010

Murky Waters

I sit in on the banks with my feet in dark water
And splash around hoping they wont get any colder
In the night if I lean right over the edge
I can feel how its like to let go and hold on
And I constantly swing from one side to another
Like an unwanted clock pendulum counting time 
When it's already been years since it was over.

If I hold on tight to the rope and just skim the surface
With my hands, maybe then I will feel the warmth
Through invisible gloves I've been told to wear
But the fear of falling in too deep
Drowns out my tears and then I close my eyes
And wait for sleep and someone who cares
Like a nightmare preacher always there.

The grey sunset neither white or black fills in
The gaps between drying my eyes and washing my lies
Making sure they're clean and ready to be used again and again
And neither love nor hate holds together my soul and my sighs
But yet the amorous noose holds my neck tight
And like a trapped kiss it lets me walk on air.

But yet still broken arms can't hold themselves
So I hang onto all I have left inside
The dawn burns into morning
And the stars look at me, and hide

Quiet screams make no noise in the night
The distant land bound by laws of light
The butterfly who flies too far will die
And here only more than one voice is sane.

And only the wounds offer me their embrace
Then the mirror shatters into a smile
And yet I still sit on the cold dark edge
Knowing that I'll wait for you.
I'll wait a while.

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