My Solitude,
You used to be,
Where my heart is,
Hey solitude,
Why don’t you,
Visit me for awhile,
Because I’m lonely,
Why do I feel this why?
I shake and tremble,
Because I am alone,
In this crowded place,
Fear and sadness,
Are my only friends,
Because they are,
My solitude,
Please give me solitude,
I need it,
Because I am lonely.
Snow falls gently on the ground,
as the sun shines through the clouds,
the small white flecks,
become brighter and brighter,
The snow covers the earth,
like a blanket of softness,
and everything is silent,
as the snow falls gently again,
The clouds are gray and cover the sun,
but it is a crisp day outside,
it is not too cold,
but one’s breath can still be seen,
Snow falls gently to the ground,
where does it come from?
no one really knows,
it is a beautiful thing,
The snowflakes carry on the wind,
as it grows colder,
but they are still falling gently,
making the air silent.
Snow falls gently on the ground,
as the sun shines through the clouds,
the small white flecks,
become brighter and brighter,
The snow covers the earth,
like a blanket of softness,
and everything is silent,
as the snow falls gently again,
The clouds are gray and cover the sun,
but it is a crisp day outside,
it is not too cold,
but one’s breath can still be seen,
Snow falls gently to the ground,
where does it come from?
no one really knows,
it is a beautiful thing,
The snowflakes carry on the wind,
as it grows colder,
but they are still falling gently,
making the air silent.
The dust falls down,
It fades into the midnight,
And drifts on the wind,
As you turn your back, it breezes by,
It sheds your tears,
Takes the place of all waking dreams,
The storm is coming nearer,
It seeps, pours, drains,
The storm rages around me,
It swirls and scratches my skin,
It tears the blood from the inside,
And then tears up my soul,
Sometimes the weather is dusty,
It comes and goes whenever,
And it hurts to see it go,
Because it always comes back,
I know it hurts in my heart,
The pain is too much,
I try to find some way to soothe,
My aching soul and body,
The sandy weather is all I have,
You disappear into the fading sun,
It seeps down into the horizon,
And I am left all alone in the desert,
Loneliness overpowers,
It takes control and breaks me,
Please take this dust away,
Take it back to the land it once knew,
It leaves me still, leaves me broken,
But somehow I am relieved,
Because you are near, you are the storm,
It calms the world, that calm that I love,
Somewhere I know you are watching,
Deep within my soul and heart,
It stretches out into the deep sky,
And never leaves again… this sandy weather.
The silence tolls once again,
a hollow feeling is brought upon,
by this anxious air,
it seeps into the veins,
The silence tolls,
it stops all things,
even the living,
it stops all life,
The air is still,
it feels dampening, tension runs through,
it seems there is no escape,
but then a slight wind changes everything,
The wind carries the silence,
the creeping voice of fear,
yes, that one voice,
the tolling of nothingness,
A single sound can be heard,
on top of a mountain, a hill,
it is a haunting sound,
and then a bell tolls,
But the sound is silence,
can you hear it?
there is nothing in the air,
but it is the tolling of silence.
It awakens for one time only,
For one purpose,
To take the soul of the dying,
To end a person’s life,
The dark haunts this soul,
It tears it down,
Making it easy for it,
It who seeks darkness,
The only place it can dwell,
Is in a soul of the damned,
The souls that can not be saved,
From anything,
It is the thing that people fear the most,
They loathe it and curse its name,
saying it is evil, and dark,
They are mostly right,
The sound of the blade when it strikes,
Rings out in the night,
The blade of death that takes a soul,
Takes it down into the dark,
The reaper,
That is what they call it,
It haunts the dreams of the living,
And shows them no mercy.
The Magician walked across the stage,
he took a bow,
the crowd applauded,
then all went silent,
The Magician got inside a wooden box,
an assistant spun the box around,
then she opened the box,
The Magician had disappeared
It comes, the power,
The greatness of it all,
Some will use it for evil,
Some will just cry,
The glass of destruction is in us all,
It sleeps until night,
Then becomes a part of our souls,
It consumes us,
Something breaks free,
The light can destroy the glass,
It can bring back happiness,
But that is only if someone’s soul is pure,
Today it will awaken,
Within the heart,
And it will pour all of the destruction,
That is has onto you,
The eye watches,
Patiently it stares,
It will move towards you,
But you will not give up,
Please,
Don’t let it take over,
This evil that’s inside,
It will be the death of everything,
When will it all end?
Whenever the glass of destruction,
Is destroyed.
When it rains, it storms,
the rain taps on the window,
it grows louder by the minute,
and it calms me,
Everyone says there is a calm before the storm,
but that is not always true,
there is one after,
after all the mist has cleared,
Something in my heart stirs,
every time it thunders,
the lightning seems to strike it,
but blood does not flow,
When the darkness clears,
the stars shine brightly,
they release an energy,
that no other force can emit,
Then the calm comes,
it warms the air and circles around,
it carries on the wind and makes the air pure,
and then it leaves on the clouds.
This is hard to see,
when you do not love me,
it pains me to say,
that it is the only way,
When you are gone,
my whole world feels wrong,
it tears me up inside,
to think you are not nigh,
When the rain clears,
the pain no longer seers,
what is inside the mist?
when all I see is this?
It feels like nothing is there,
inside the rain and the air,
something tells me you have come,
and now I know it is done,
Yes, it is done.