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Colours Of Black And Blue
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Harsh winds of silence that blow restlessly
Across the milky mirrors of the room.
Oh pain, how well I now know you;
In the locked heart where lives doom.
To travel in cars that rush to nowhere,
To ponder endlessly the shaking walls
That are ever demanding I yield inside
To the drums of creeds that I install.
There is not mercy in waves of truth;
There is not salvation to be found here.
Instead I cover myself with a blanket
In the hope that I will overcome this fear.
When love is a lost world without need,
Even now, the pangs of confidence ends.
Serenity is but a word not used to feed
The aching solace of the impassioned soul.
Loving freedom, I must now surrender.
I succumb to the total loss of control
That is ever present in my fractured mind.
I sense the weight of a disturbed soul
Which admits it does not know the way.
What tales will be left for me to tell
As I age and realize I have little say
In the random hurting that is inflicted.
I call you, but there is not an answer.
Only the echo of my fall from grace.
Unto the humility of failure I have caused,
That is the new look upon my dirty face.
I cry the tears of anguish one would name
From trembling hands I held you once.
And look, the distance gets ever the same!
I am stranded in colours of black and blue.
