Red Eyed Roses

"Quis hic locus? Quae regio? Quae mundis plaga?" [What world is this? What kingdom? What shores of what world?] Lucius Annaeus Seneca Minor (4 B.C. - 65 A.D.)

Sunday, January 09, 2005

In Your Absence

Trudging through this white, snowy hell
Listening to the empty music in my ears
I reach out for something that was never there
And I walk alone

I lay in my bed watching the ceiling bleed
The stars shine like flashlights in the night
In a game of tag I can't win
I give up my position

I sit on the hospital floor
Unpacking my suitcase of memories
The hot tears my only cry for help
Internally I burst into flames

The more I look behind me
The more I miss what's ahead
Like a dream craving closure
My deja vu isn't over

The haunted dreams of a love soon lost
The dead gray trees whisper my name
As the spider weaves her web
I am all that's left of me

Written 1/9/2005