not listening

In the darkness of the night, flames of fire burn in fright.
Running quickly from the cause. Breathless, but no time to pause
Then in the absence of any light, somehow all is clear tonight
With no more trees to obstruct my view, everything that I see is true.
But the more I see the less I know, I find out more the deeper I go.
The wilderness that held my fear, is burning up inside me, dear
Echoes of past screams (pleaseletmego).. something I no longer know.
And to think that I did somewhat care - about you? It is a sad affair.
You judge me for what I cannot stop, and just like that, you let me drop.

But not this time.

This time the bells of fate do chime.
Not in your favour, but rather, in mine.
For now that I have become aware
Of all your lies, you will not dare
To repeat the mistakes that you once made
with me; but I do not intend to make you afraid.
I will only hiss words that you will never again hear
Yes, my past memories are all still very clear;
they will never fade. Tears fall as you ask me why....
I don't know. But I will tell you it is useless to cry.
From experience, I know that there is really no need
Bitter as the tears may be, at least you do not bleed.
Your heart is not mangled, torn up inside
which leaves me with no option but to hide
from the world. I have nothing to offer. I simply feel cold.
Inside still just a little child not listening to what I am told.

Whispers of hello

On hollow’s eve, the night is dark and stars shines dim.
I hold your hand and wait for fright to overtake me from within.
But fear does not come.

On a bright sunny day, the birds sing sweet and loud.
I shut my eyes and wait for warmth to hide behind a cloud.
But warmth does not stop.

On a sad rainy morning, the drops make wet from dry.
I wait for rain to fall on my face to mask tears I cry.
But tears are not shed.

When you are here, the pain isn’t what I fear.
You weaken the blow and confirm what I know.
Whispers of hello, but please don’t ever go…

It lies there

Down in the alley, where no one dares to walk
lies a small red box.
What the box contains, nobody knows,
But it lies there. Waiting.

Many have come, but they come and go.
No one has the time to see past
The outside of the small red box.
So it lies there. Waiting.

So appealing, so intriguing, so nice.
But that is all that anyone knows.
Because that is all the small red box shows…

Many have come, but they come and go.
Yet there are some who stay
To look a little closer at the small red box.
Still, it lies there. Waiting.

Down in the alley, where no one dares to walk
Lies a small red box.
And in it, my heart.
It lies there. Waiting.