Friday, October 12, 2012

At the Edges of Sleepless Oblivion

Faces shriveled ornaments like onion skins pulled back
That is just the nature of the white and black
That’s how the cards get stacked

The heart breaks in waves
Washing hollow shores
Asking for some more
Heart aches
There’s no past anymore

As if the mind could lie to life a soul
Puppets claw for tragic starring roles
Hands out on the dole

The heart breaks in waves
Washing hollow shores
Asking for some more
Heart aches
There’s no past anymore