Familiar Dusk Scene

(Originally written on January 8th, 2004)

Confusion prevails again,
As these thoughts take me away,
They take me to a probable future,
Of dead flowers and an early grave.

Picking splinters out of my heart,
I return to familiar solitude,
And I sit, crying, wondering,
If I can find the strength at all.

Like a plague of murderers,
They enter my soul regardless,
Of the box in which I'm trapped,
They're the ones with the key.
(Originally written on January 8th, 2004)

I wish for your appearance,
Out of the grey.

Looking through bloodshot eyes,
At the remains of love received,
Tears fall as it crumbles into nothing,
It was never there; a deceitful mirage.

I wish for your appearance,
Out of the grey.

I wish for disappearance,
To happen one day.