Standing in the Dark

Standing in the dark

standing in the dark

standing in the dark

and the light touches my eyes.

It burns inside my mind,

digging deeper,

cutting in to bite my soul

look at me I’m on a roll

ain’t nowhere that I can go.

Just

lost

my

mind.

yeah,

that’s all

it’s not my shame

it’s not my pain

my fury waits outside my mind

it’s not my life

it’s not my love

it’s not my tombstone that I hide!

It’s my true face!

Behind a mask!

Lost for people

who don’t ask

why,

oh why,

should I hide my eyes?

Why?

Oh why

should I tell these lies?

walking deeper into shade

I find things

in light unmade

broken hearts and

tearful eyes

the damned and blessed one

softly sighs.

Why?

Oh why,

must I cry?

Who did I offend so?

When,

oh when would I have known?

This hurtful groaning

in my bone.

So I ride into my shadowed soul

hiding what it is I used to know

holding on and holding back my cries

the whip may strike

I’ll never call

remaining stoic

through it all

accursed whim

I turn and fall

fall into your deep blue eyes

I hope that you can sympathize

my balance fails oft.

and so I rise aloft

right into your deep

blue

eyes.

Tell me have you fallen too?

Into eyes

both rich and blue?

Do you think the eyes can say what’s true?

or do you think they lie to you?

Shot by darkness.

Shot by drink.

Does it matter

what I think?

Shot by candles.

Shot by light.

Does it change

what’s wrong and right?

Shot by whiskey.

Shot by gin.

I don’t know

where to begin

Shot by lightning.

Shot by sight.

Where will you spend

this dreadful night?

As with all the nights before

my eyes rest on my bedroom door

it’s loneliness that I abhor

locked behind my bedroom door.