Ruins

Ruins


Facing the ruins, created in a sea of tears.
This never happened before.
drowning in a gulf of fears.

The dream of eternal sleeping.
What is truth and honesty.
I can’t face it anymore I want to stop the weeping.

Bury me deep down inside.
Let me sleep soon.
Erase the emotions I can not hide.

For one could be happy with this life.
Made by rest, numbness and sleep.
And no more emotions to strife.

Living with an empty soul.
That aches on the inside.
Please make me whole.

Sleeping tight in the dark.
Violins wrap a coffin into serenity.
While entering the lark.

Leaves are falling down.
Drifting on the sea.
Waving to the lady in the gown.


19/06/2006
Alastor