A dark face of the past creeps in the hollow words of the future,

your love confronts me with the horrible truth of mortality

I need my medicine, it's what keeps me going,

keeps me standing, not now, but tomorrow

Time, ... It's a funny thing, a paradoxical image of love.

Fast when loved, slow when broken...

Relative in any other way...

I need my medicine, It's what keeps me here,

keeps me breathing, not now, but yesterday

A sparkling twist of hope lingers in the corners of your eyes,

so fragile a whisper can blow it away.

You'll say it will be alright, but I know better, I've always known better...

I need your love, It's what keeps me living,

keeps me from not killing myself, not tomorrow, not yesterday, but now...

02-08-2008 om 13:27 geschreven door Berre  

My shadow lingers in the dark spaces of my soul

I feel it crawling, urging to feed

The hunger inside keeps filling the void

I need a way out, a way to forget

An isolating calm feeling controls my very hand

The cold metal between my fingers makes me see the truth

Choice is of no matter anymore

The blast will take doubt and fear away from us

Only the touch of your love can sweep,

The tears of dark sorrow collecting in the corners of my eyes

But what if your love is silent and mute?

Like your thoughts floating over your lifeless lips

If I said I was sorry, I would not mean it

If I said I loved you, I would do so for eternity

…Clic...

You’ll always be mine,

Always and … never.

!

02-08-2008 om 13:26 geschreven door Berre