I look at the canvas that is my life
Unexplored landscapes linger half-painted in the corners
Timelines snake across like labyrinths
I cannot try to navigate them
I do not remember creating all these shapes
Surely their twisted forms are not a reflection
Of the angles I have cut from my own
I did not know they lingered still, refusing to disappear
These colors confuse and captivate me
Their gradients are outside my ability to create
I know, for in even my most accomplished combinations
Despite struggles for splendor, they stand gray
What divine hand guided this brush and its strokes?
If I could mirror only a fraction of its abili
I see your face
You're still looking at me with those eyes
Those paths we walked
We never grew tired or silent
The words we spoke
Nothing yet everything at once
Each memory a sharp reminder
Like the glass on the side of the road, beautiful and dangerous
Those days are gone
Replacing the days we once remembered together
And it is nothing more
Than a hollow longing
Upon waking you chose the day's face
Calm, confident, controlled,
Look past the lie into broken eyes
Bleeding inward silent tears
Alone in the darkness of your mind
Pain revealed, jagged shadows
A flame to burn away all your fear
A blade to calm your senses
Cracked mirrors reflecting shattered face
No solace, rest, or comfort
Steadily guide and numbness follows
Dirty blood spills, flowing filth
Each scar accounts your imperfection
Yet you continue to bleed
What approval, and whose acceptance
Is it lost or is it gained
Hollow, alone, completely unsure
Your weakness reveals His strength
Drop the edge, surrender to relief
Heal
They watch you
Thriving in their lies
The silent disapproval
You can see it in their eyes
Sanctuary, sanctuary
Stop this inquisition
This bloodlust battleground
Of the spiritual dominion
Blind behind their mask of spite
They view you as the victim
Hatred flows throughout their veins
Who now can crack this system?
Sanctuary, sanctuary
Stop this inquisition
Out to make you suffer
It's their purpose, their ambition
Look, see them coming now?
Can you hear them screaming?
I know you wish to now awake
But sadly, you're not dreaming
Sanctuary, sanctuary
Stop this inquisition
Pray now for lasting faith
Don't fall to weak submis
The red sky calls for revolution
Tears like rain fall to the ground
Nothing left but a bitter memory
Of what we could have been
We owned the world but sold our souls
Trading our legacy for statues of gold
Wishing on stars and reading our palms
We drink the punch and then move on*
Pitchforks and newspaper stories
Reputations crash with the click of a pin
Trapped under the thumb of our oppressors
We hand them the sword and bow down low
Something beautiful taken home tonight
How easily lust replaces what was once love
"You take the couch, I'll tell the kids"
Will it ever last? Will we ever learn?
Seated on our self-proclaimed thr
She smiles and laughs and dances all day
Uses the right words and her pretty face
But at night she cries because she sleeps alone
And there's no one home to wipe away her tears
There are scars behind the clothes of fur
The gold 'round her neck only weighs her down
Chains in the form of latest fasion
Delicately hung in the prison of a wardrobe
She looks out the window but sees no stars
The moon shines through a cloud of phone lines
Lonely people calling just to be put on hold
Hands on the trigger of the telephone with no reply
Everyone says that they love her
But she's fighting just to love herself
She doubts that life will ever