Dig deeper, my tired friend Walk the earth alone in those old dirty shoes Remember lying on your back on hills of green The dark gray skies above made you feel at home Alive The rain falling from the sky Flowing through your body… Only you understand This hypnotic dance with the waves, Immersed in their velvet embrace Your tears are pure and beautiful agony Don't shut the door Don't bury her Don't forget who you are Broken and flawed and ruined -- you Scratch away the skin Peer into all of the holes Don't be afraid to fall Through the black, tar-covered, viney arms… The darkness that you see Is only your creation You are ONE So dig deeper, you good old weary soul Find the fire and don't snuff it out Don't be afraid to burn In all your glory, all your rage All your bruised insides ablaze Breathe it in and push it out Open up those wounds Crack open The deepest, blackest, most calcified secret truth Don't lose your way, my dear I'd hold your hand But you can't see me I am the hole in your heart Denied, forgotten Where have you gone?
Sunday, October 5, 2008
the rantings of a lunatic on a sunday night...
Dig deeper, my tired friend Walk the earth alone in those old dirty shoes Remember lying on your back on hills of green The dark gray skies above made you feel at home Alive The rain falling from the sky Flowing through your body… Only you understand This hypnotic dance with the waves, Immersed in their velvet embrace Your tears are pure and beautiful agony Don't shut the door Don't bury her Don't forget who you are Broken and flawed and ruined -- you Scratch away the skin Peer into all of the holes Don't be afraid to fall Through the black, tar-covered, viney arms… The darkness that you see Is only your creation You are ONE So dig deeper, you good old weary soul Find the fire and don't snuff it out Don't be afraid to burn In all your glory, all your rage All your bruised insides ablaze Breathe it in and push it out Open up those wounds Crack open The deepest, blackest, most calcified secret truth Don't lose your way, my dear I'd hold your hand But you can't see me I am the hole in your heart Denied, forgotten Where have you gone?
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