dolorous interludes.

Silent night, moonlit night
Nothing's changed
Nothing is right
I should be stronger than weeping alone
You should be weaker than sending me home
I can't stop you fighting to sleep
Sleep in heavenly peace

i wish i could sleep in heavenly peace.

but sometimes, the dreams that i awake from are like coloured memories that upon remembrance, make you ache with sadness and boil with madness at the same time. its strange but i thought i was secure. i thought i was complete, whole and back to normal. normal. the issue of normality is a queer one. sometimes, you put up a false brave front so much so that you no longer know who you are, only to rediscover this truth again and again and again when you return home to your room and awake alone to a stark midnight darkness.

A white lie told,
the truth only to unfold;
my room's newly furnished,
but you're not there.
instead, you sink into the volcanic darkness of
crimson passion and i am left alone,
a thousand lies to kill the cold.

posted by voyeur @ 9/29/2004 07:27:00 PM