Once upon a day I lived, but now only memories and air
Question to exist, and left upon a forgotten chair
I fall victim; the very hostage to a fate that isn't fair
Into the graveyard of memories, where beautiful things fade and die
and behind the dying oak tree, somewhere is you and I
Beside us inscribed on the tomb is where our promises lie.
Eternal here, is the flowers born from the days
Where I thought it was forever and wasn't just a phase
Years long gone, but your spirit forever stays
Under the moon lays the possibilities of love
But in a tree, lies a poor and injured dove
Blind to see the world, and the beautiful stars above
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
No one knows
No one ever will
What is held inside
And kept so still
You need to understand
But I can’t tell you
About the abyss inside me
The lies are ever true
I’m happy and everything’s fine
Really I’m okay
And the sun doth shine
Well how do you say
I LIE
See how my pants flame
But it doesn’t hurt
No more than the fear and shame
I fight the insecurities
With scratches and blood
And try to hide it all
In a graveyard of mud
I’ll try to hide it
But one day you’ll see
But not my tears oh no
You’ll see the rage in me
And that scares me more
So I try to scream
But I can’t get out
Can’t break the seam
~Chrystal
Written on
February 2, 2009