December
The silence is comforting
The shadows and lights crawl to my company
Drawing towards the crazed emotions that have laid dormant in my mind
Coming out of my absent dreaming
I realize the cold
Only awake to the sweet sweet singing
Ringing into the night
Screaming, crying, whaling
Only speaking to the vast deep darkness
I ask just one thing;
Why do you linger in the drowning darkness?
And sing to where darkness grows?
The deepening coldness calls to my question
And I feel myself alone
Left to wonder if I’ll return to my solitude
Or am I left to linger too
Till the sweet, soothing soprano calls to me from where is unknown
Why do you still linger is absent darkness
Drowning yourself in a guiltless manor
Still still you stay
Like day and night.
Life has yet to escape you, don’t let it escape yourself.
My eyes open to the cold feeling of the rain painted pavement
The images in front of me blurred, each movement slowed
I can’t help but feel numb, the coldness is stilling
I begin to hear again
Screaming, crying, whaling
Just like my dreaming
This cold December day
Their tears remind me of the rain
It’s movement and with purpose
I just hope they realize
I’m not dead.
The silence is comforting
The shadows and lights crawl to my company
Drawing towards the crazed emotions that have laid dormant in my mind
Coming out of my absent dreaming
I realize the cold
Only awake to the sweet sweet singing
Ringing into the night
Screaming, crying, whaling
Only speaking to the vast deep darkness
I ask just one thing;
Why do you linger in the drowning darkness?
And sing to where darkness grows?
The deepening coldness calls to my question
And I feel myself alone
Left to wonder if I’ll return to my solitude
Or am I left to linger too
Till the sweet, soothing soprano calls to me from where is unknown
Why do you still linger is absent darkness
Drowning yourself in a guiltless manor
Still still you stay
Like day and night.
Life has yet to escape you, don’t let it escape yourself.
My eyes open to the cold feeling of the rain painted pavement
The images in front of me blurred, each movement slowed
I can’t help but feel numb, the coldness is stilling
I begin to hear again
Screaming, crying, whaling
Just like my dreaming
This cold December day
Their tears remind me of the rain
It’s movement and with purpose
I just hope they realize
I’m not dead.
