Stage Blood

Sleep calls, but softly as of yet
This darkness hides diffidence
I bleed my thoughts into a fountain pen
And paint you a picture of my world

And I see it all so much clearer now
that I've closed my eyes
What then should I fear?
And I came here seeking solace
But I found instead an empty grave
(But I found instead a broken heart)

I've built up these walls around me
I know not which way to turn
I breath deeply in this cool night air
And sight heavily in this tomb

And I see it all so much clearer now
that I've closed my eyes
What then should I fear?
And I came here seeking solace
But I found instead a broken heart

Still searching. . .

- posted by Jonathan@ 4:35 PM