violent crowd
many others around
and the babble noise
in the blur of sound
i can't understand
words are like sand
running through my fingers
from the hourglass in my hand
time has the habit
of tearing down castles
of killing the innocent
it slinks and it hustles
it's more behind you
than your own shadow on the wall
I stand in the corner
And I try to remember
The last time I felt this way
Locked in a chamber
Losing everything
asking myself
was it worth it
In the days of deception
I am a struck down solitaire
The pale faced remnants
Of a melancholic dreamer
A plane on the way down
A storyteller losing his voice
forever
I stand in the corner
And I try to remember
The last time I felt this way
Locked in a chamber
Losing my status
Sold for a nothing of anything
A stranded believer
In the eye of a hurricane
A compromise maker
On the edge of forever
Here I stand without moving
While an arrow is shot right into me
so violently