The Voice over the Fiddle

Darkness always there, in my eyes, red revolving 
Then your voice becomes my safe place 
And I run, I escape from reality’s pain 
Where everything fits in a box case 
Through me no longer vain 
 
No matter the beauty that is you 
This mind is forever a stain 
Trapped as wine in a glass 
I am the candy store item he chose to attain 
His show-and-tell for the universe and it's entire class 
 
See my strings; see my compassion, my spirit 
God’s twine from his fiddle 
Keeps playing through my hands 
It’s turning into a sequel 
I am the puppet in his plans 
 
I set out under the light and below the darkness 
Snipping gone wrong, these limbs slowly start to hang 
The stage not built for this pawn 
Begins to crumble away 
My eyes fall back white to the final dark like spawn 
And the voice resonates in you… as my new found day 

by lonedevil on 17 Nov 2004 at 20:27

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