Bloody Raindrops
Rain falls outside the window in patterns of silence,
Yet the glass is now free of those famous bloody droplets.
Sunlight is hidden behind the clouds, peeking through a hill so low,
A flickering warmth which we have been denied long ago.
The willow in the wind moans as it's branches brush the earth,
Leaves falling in the rippling water as she loses them again.
A pebble makes its mark silently in the bed beside her roots,
And yet we wonder about the lack of peace in this world.
A lone man makes his way across the plains,
Looking for something that cannot be named.
The blood in his veins sings a yearning for trust,
Lyrics to life that are written inside all of us.
A colorless rainbow is shining overhead,
The truth of what we seek is established with its missing red.
Midnight crows caw a sound of loneliness as pure as death,
A dark sky winking blankly with the light of the moon.
Flowing blood stains our empty sleeves,
Perhaps the release of pain isn't what we need.
Sometimes damage can be confused with love,
But romance is the place where lust mistakes its cause.
A howling wolf cries for the passage of day,
Sounds that shiver in our flesh and scare the monsters away.
Cover our fading scars with wounds inflicted by ourselves,
A single memory that can haunt the dreams of a ghost.
Promises and curses among this field are void of any mystery,
Cut the bonds that keep us safe so we can escape this history.
Illusions and hullicinations, nothing like imaginary friends,
Maybe this time we will make it home again.
Surviving in the place where we could still belong,
Never try to guess why this cure could be so wrong.
Falling through an eternal passage with walls as high as the sky,
Darkness welcomes all those who have lived inside the light.
And the rain is still pouring outside of the glass,
The sun still regrets those fatal actions of the past.
And the moon still looks on with cresent eyes of sympathy,
While the willow leaves fall, echoes of her misery.
Maybe the path we have taken in a dream has begun to overflood,
But then how could our souls come to an end, the final draining blood?
Maybe the choice we made has brought us between these walls,
But then why is it so hard to feel any emotion at all?
Yet the glass is now free of those famous bloody droplets.
Sunlight is hidden behind the clouds, peeking through a hill so low,
A flickering warmth which we have been denied long ago.
The willow in the wind moans as it's branches brush the earth,
Leaves falling in the rippling water as she loses them again.
A pebble makes its mark silently in the bed beside her roots,
And yet we wonder about the lack of peace in this world.
A lone man makes his way across the plains,
Looking for something that cannot be named.
The blood in his veins sings a yearning for trust,
Lyrics to life that are written inside all of us.
A colorless rainbow is shining overhead,
The truth of what we seek is established with its missing red.
Midnight crows caw a sound of loneliness as pure as death,
A dark sky winking blankly with the light of the moon.
Flowing blood stains our empty sleeves,
Perhaps the release of pain isn't what we need.
Sometimes damage can be confused with love,
But romance is the place where lust mistakes its cause.
A howling wolf cries for the passage of day,
Sounds that shiver in our flesh and scare the monsters away.
Cover our fading scars with wounds inflicted by ourselves,
A single memory that can haunt the dreams of a ghost.
Promises and curses among this field are void of any mystery,
Cut the bonds that keep us safe so we can escape this history.
Illusions and hullicinations, nothing like imaginary friends,
Maybe this time we will make it home again.
Surviving in the place where we could still belong,
Never try to guess why this cure could be so wrong.
Falling through an eternal passage with walls as high as the sky,
Darkness welcomes all those who have lived inside the light.
And the rain is still pouring outside of the glass,
The sun still regrets those fatal actions of the past.
And the moon still looks on with cresent eyes of sympathy,
While the willow leaves fall, echoes of her misery.
Maybe the path we have taken in a dream has begun to overflood,
But then how could our souls come to an end, the final draining blood?
Maybe the choice we made has brought us between these walls,
But then why is it so hard to feel any emotion at all?