Instead os Screaming

Today my sun gave way to rain
I lost the words to the songs I used to sing
The child in me grew up and moved away
Misery moved into his place

Tracing footprints in the snow
The places I once thought to go
The dreams I had of what we’d be
I’m nothing but these memories

You met me at the door this time
with parted lips poised to speak
But the telling look in you eyes
Was all the message I would need

The ink will run and bleed again
the pen will dance across the page
and cover every inch of space
with lament doggedly phrased

the cylinder and amber flame
the airy pillows colored gray
and borne along by weight of sin
then carried of by tempest winds

I watch the Cremson Eye descend
beseech the One who set it’s place
that when the Eye returns again
It look upon a softer face