"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning...". "And for what?". "Well, isn't it for the honor of God, Aunt Kate?". "I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane.".
'Love, just don't stare'. He used to say to me. Every Sunday morning. The spider in the window. The angel in the pool. The old man takes the poison. Now the widow makes the rules.
Standing by the window. Eyes upon the moon. Hoping that the memory. will leave her spirit soon. . She shuts the doors and lights. And lays her body on the bed.
Tell me. Remind me. Chase the water racing from the sky. Always. Beside me. Taste the memories running from my eyes. Nervous flashlights scan my dreams.
If I'd started from the top. And worked my way down. There'd be no reason. To live forever. To live forever. . The starvation has turned. Me outside in.
She never really had a chance. On that fateful moonlit night. Sacrificed without a fight. A victim of her circumstance. Now that I've become aware. And I've exposed this tragedy.
Where did we come from?. Why are we here?. Where do we go when we die?. What lies beyond. And what lay before?. Is anything certain in life?. . They say, "Life is too short".
Temptation. Why won't you leave me alone?. Lurking every corner, everywhere I go. . Self-control. Don't turn your back on me now. When I need you the most.
[i. the observance]. an angel's kiss now fallen. descending scarlet cuts the sky. faded names left on the wall. honor the fighting leave life to. die.
Just let me catch my breath. I've heard the promises. I've seen the mistakes. I've had my fair share of tough breaks. I need a new voice, a new law, a new way.
I was sitting on the edge of his bed. Staring at the headlines on the paper. He said, "look at poor gene kelly. I guess he won't be singing in the rain.".
Morning comes too early. And night time falls too late. And sometimes all I want to do is wait. The shadow I've been hiding in has fled from me today.
Subconscious Strange Sensation. Unconscious relaxation. What a pleasant nightmare. And I can't wait to get there again. Every time I close my eyes. There's another vivid surprise.
I remember when we were so young. You embraced my fears and made me strong. Never did you actually hold my hand. Your silence no one else would understand.
(Past). Shine - lake of fire. Lines take me higher. My mind drips desire. Confined and overtired. . Living this charade. Is getting me nowhere. Can't shake this charade.
Headline: "Murder, young girl killed. Desperate shooting at Echo's Hill. Dreadful ending, killer died. Evidently suicide". . A witness heard a horrifying sound.
To rise, to fall. To hurt, to hate. To want, to wait. To heal, to save. . Can't hear it, we fear it. Awareness won't come near it. Distractive, reactive.
Lost in the sky. Clouds roll by and I roll with them. Arrows fly. Seas increase and then fall again. . This world is spinning around me. This world is spinning without me.
It doesn't make any sense. This tragic ending. In spite of the evidence. There's something still missing. . Heard some of the rumours told. A taste of one's wealth.
Daybreak. at the bottom of lake. it's a hundred degrees I can't breathe. And I won't get out. 'til I figure it out. Though I'm weak like I can't believe.