In Eclipse
The day has already diedwhen I come to life
breakfast at sunset table
sour milk and flies
The last weak beams from the sun
a sentimental flash
longing for a time that's gone
but it's time to ash
A dying clang of a summers' song
fades away
I keep on humming it in my head
but notes turn gray
Dark clouds scream in an angry choir:
the summer's dead
and hope is a running shadow
one step ahead
Sad like this early sundown
the last drop in the glass
yesterdays' garden of colorful bloom
is now just a spot of faded grass
I'm building my own prison
where I can be free
better step out before the walls gets to high
for me to flee
A piece of life, never lived
remains undone
fighting regret with a blunted sword
defeating none
Sad like this early sundown
the last drop in the glass
yesterdays' garden of colorful bloom
is now just a spot of faded grass
It's hard to believe in a time that lies
it's hard to see
what used to be real is just a memory
living only through me
Poetry by Dead Mans hand
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Written on 2007-09-11 at 22:24
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