February, 8th, 2012

Deep in myself there sleeps a crow
In frozen halls of falling snow
Swims down the sea of melting ice
And waiting for the Sun to rise.

It swims across the ends of time
Up to the limit, down the lines.
Into infinity it falls
Held down in chains and bent to crawl.

Ironic algebra of hearts.
This twisted logic in your glass
Sometimes you have to drink it up
It happens when the heart just stops.

You'll need to learn what's wrong or right
They bound to swallow all the lights,
These wicked creatures of the dark...
Those wounds they'll heal and turn to marks.

The wicked things now all break loose
And bring the time we have to choose
Whatever's right, whatever's wrong.
It hurts much while it's going on.

A chair is just a chair sometimes
You can't blame chairs for all world's crimes.
Stop making something big of friends
Or then you'll have to make amends.

Still tend to keep this going on,
I still don't get what's right or wrong,
Friend can't be just a friend sometimes
When frienship's hung on someone's lies.

Can't trust each other while we're here
'Cause I don't see it all so clear,
But I do see where I mistake:
I'll stop pretending I'm a fake.