Dark Music.Music and darkness lets me run free.I can think in a zonewhere nothing else matters.No distractions,nothing but the beat,and the melodies expanding my fantasies.No one else can hear,and no one else can enter.My thoughts are my own,my music is my escape.The heat burns away my fear and brings forwardquestions and theories,images and fantasies.Abstract and surreal, with no conceptof space or time.To everyone elseI'm just sitting and listening,but to me it's more.Stripped down to the raw detail.Nothing but pure solitudinal contemplation.
ObsessionYou're in my mind.Again.Running through my thoughts,lost. And there's no way out.I try to avoid you,get away,but every time I refuse youyou come back for more.I put some music onand let the melody flow through me.I immerse myself within it,distracted by the beat.Until you push it awayand fill my mind again,with the same thoughts and the same fantasies.Even though you're never there,I can't escape you.
Hold My HandI wanted you to hold my hand;Instead you reached for a bookand began to read.I felt cold where we walked outside;you casually put your hand in your pocketand carried on down the street.At the bus stop where we sat,I poured out my heart to youand your hand stayed by your side.I wanted you to hold my hand,for comfort, affection,just to know that you were there,but you never gave in.
StarsI look up at the starsand smile.They form patterns of my past,my present, and my future.New journeys,and roads already taken.Pictures of my life,brightly drawn but cloaked in darkness.They inch slowly across the sky,the occasional planechanging a pictureinto something more abstract.I look up at the stars,but this timethat's all I see.
EyesYour eyes.They look into my own,reflecting back an intense gazepiercing into my mind.I see an abyssof dark and lightand azure blue,so bright they sparkle and shimmerlike christmas lightsilluminated in the snow.Swirls of persistence,passion and zealinfect your stare,hindered only by a minute tearin the corner of your eye,imitating colours of happiness,though fixed in place by sorrow.And then you blinkand turn away from me,and I know it's justa fantasy.
TearsMy tears fall,fall heavy through the air,Like waterfalls from a valleyspilling over until they crash to the floor,Creating rivers and streams.They split into branches of new journeys,swirling into whirlpoolsand forming spiralling shapesthat gather together,flowing into one big aqueous expanse.Through the floods,a wave, a tsunami,formed by heavy downpourimmerses the remaining shores of happiness,clearing the traces of joyfrom a once sunny landscape.My tears fall,fall down onto the floor,wastedover you.