Rainy Day Confessions Part 2Confessing to a lie that makes us turn, blindly away from the martyr that burns
The martyr that dies for no other cause than to keep us trusting in invisible hands
Screaming confessions at the top of my lungs, into a storm in the sky above... is there anyone up there to hear me, is there anyone up there to care for me, treading water with these secrets swimming through my mind, waiting to drown out it all
Confessing on a rainy day confessing all your sins away
handing me your fragile heart, trusting me to hold it tight, trusting like you know me well,
Dream or PremonitionLet me lay the scene
of this late November dream.
In a dark room there sits a man
with graying hair on his face and head.
His hollowed eyes chasing shadows
dart from wall to wall.
His body trembles from
the engulfing gloom.
He sits wonders and ponders
if he is yet dead
For the last 3 days he has sat
the silenced remained unbroken
No words were uttered nor spoken
except by the voices in his head
that he has come to dread
Seeking some token of life
he grasps the engraved blade
and quickly he plunges the dagger
into his chest
"finally finally at rest"
A Mother's ThoughtsSex for cigarettes
And forgotten regrets
The voices in my head
Saying don't look back
And smashing glass
Trying to get past
What only I can see
Day and night
Even when I try
With all my might
To get rid of them
A forgotten mother of a forgotten daughter
An illness that won't go away
"Because the more you pray
The less you get"
This is nothing to fear
And I can't help crying
"You're used to dying when you get old"