Archive for August 7, 2010

MY WEARY SOUL

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2010 by ravenstooth
Push me into a dream of a second kind
Never to believe it when I am alive
Severed from mechanics that turn my mind
Placed like a pinecone will I survive
 
La… Lalalalalala La…Lalalalalala
I’m sure the sun will roast my weary soul
 
Drifting into a time that sees no fear
Panic is the master when no one hears
Deadly pleasures wilt my heaven’s sea
Watch as the moccasins trample me
 
La… Lalalalalala La…Lalalalalala
I search for love inside my weary soul
 
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA…
 
Passing through like a waterfall shouts
Distance the believer when hilltops are doubts
Crossing into realms without a vision to hold
Open to everything until my eyes fold
 
La… Lalalalalala La…Lalalalalala
Deeply in the light hunts my weary soul
I’m sure the sun will roast my weary soul
I search for love inside my weary soul
Outside all is lost but my weary soul