Mo Arrachogaidh - My Hound Drawn to you like the hot arid climates I come to you, seeking your touch Explore me, we are in a new territory Find me, in the map of your senses.Mo Arrachogaidh - My Hound
My journey has led us back to one another, As I have tried to escape such unconditional love.
Forthwith that chapter of my book has now been closed Locked away by knowledge I have always known. Bared, open, ugly in the light, I have seen Truth. Beyond that--never fully out of sight, was you.
Always you waited, just out of view, Silent, but never out of Sound. Idle you were, as I dug my own grave. &nb
Upon the ShoreUpon the Shore
I creep down to the water line With hands all empty So say the water,
"What has happend this time? Your here upon my shore, With only that lost look in your eyes."
To my knees I sink into the cold, wet sand. My heart crying out the name never forgotten. Yet the sea remains dry. And no word has been uttered from my lips.
From my breast, the ice has formed. Frosting over the sickly voice that used to feel. Her voice Cut silent
The mourning that never really ended begins anew. Red oak leaves litter the path before me Ever
Given Voice to GhostsGiven Voice to Ghosts
What was never forgotten Ripped free of my integrity What was always forgiven May have to be repeated
What was set free Has returned What was broken Has not healed
My eternity of longing Has caved in on itself Life that went on blindly Has since stopped it's repetition
A full reversal of what has changed Has sent me back to the beginning What becomes of us now, my Cu When ghosts have been given voice?
Little BirdLittle bird..you look so gay serene and beautiful in your gilded cage.. yet i can see the misery in your eyes.. a bird was ment to fly in the heavens not chained to this dull endless life..Little Bird
fly..fly away..far away little bird.. leave this cold cage behind this barred prison.. this choking exsitance that slowly kills you.. you were ment to be free.. free of others mocking you, always watching you.. free to fly.. when shall i be allowed to fly..? my wings are pinned like yours little bird.. it hurts me so..
fly..fly away
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Hope flares deep within the darkness
--Only to be consumed by my shattered heart.
Pain blooms
A wicked concoction of loss
A draught of betrayal.
It is easy to lie to a fool
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