The journey within,
In the cold wintry comfort
Competing with my own reflection,
Hoping to see the angel in my eyes,
Wishing I hadn’t lied-
-to make you mine.
Listening to the missed beats,
Of my broken heart!
In this time of the black parade,
Don’t turn away!
Hoping you’ll grow the flowers again,
Wishing I hadn’t sprinkled-
-my wounds with salt ‘n pepper.
Hunting the rhymes, I lost,
When I let go off her hands!
Living in the twilight zone,
In the forest of destiny,
Don’t shut the skies,
Hoping to see the melting sun
Wishing I hadn’t clipped my wings-
To fly high; where angels reside.
And the silence of her eyes!
Why does this silence feel so heavy?
Why does this night sulk away from me?
Why doesn’t life call me from the back again?