A soft-lit stage of monochrome
awaits each time I gently sigh.
The harsh full-light the real world brings,
eclipsed by half-lit, sheltered eyes.
The dancing shadows draped Ďcross lids
that close to block reality.
They take away the painful truth
and hide my frail mentality
in a veil of shade and endless grey;
the ashen hues of a granite heart.
The only shelter I can find
to watch me slowly fall apart.
A twine of smoky, silvered slate
binds each tiny, fragile shred
of ashes cloaking tombs of stone;
dreams the truth beat down to dead.
So save me, clouded, pallid lead;
shadows of the light unfurled.
Drops of quicksilver in my eyes
obscure the harsher, crueler world.
Donít make me see reality!
Donít take my monochrome away!
Iíll look through my mercurial tears
and see within my shades of grey.
Nothing is more painful than realizing he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him. (Unknown)
[This message has been edited by UNTAMEDelegance (06-11-2010 11:11 AM).]