The Accursed

Is this rediculous tune playing again?
What in hell -
Do you think you will hypotise me
insych with your reality?
Spewing the innards of this song
daemons, sloths, worms and spirits
convort onto this psuedo-nightmare of a dream
Do you believe I will fall for this
deathlike-pantomime?
My hope is deeper than your ocean of ruination
So play it again
So play it again
What in hell -
Do you think you will hypnotise me
insynch with your warped reality?
You existence is ephermeral
and this battle is supernatural
I will not buy into this death-like pantomime
An eternal being:
(living for more than merely today)
Should never buy into this death-like pantomime
(if only because there is life everlasting)

To a friend

Your voices sound distant yet warm
and I respond to your laughter and rediculous antics -
How a simple grammatical truth could be the subject
of such mockery is only possible in the closest of company.
You look so happy next to him as he struggles to express
deep affection through gentle teasing and sarcastic retorts.
Smiling, you understand.
You know it too -
You feel it, and it is right.

Afterglow

Just when the days start getting colder,
I walk the streets I never knew.
There's some words I never told you.
The sound rings out like the truth.


As I sit here in this dark room, all I seem to feel is light.
I see color, I see the maroon in the blood of this life...
That's ours.

Watch the sun it paints an orange sky.
Lay me down and feel the days gone by.

Just when the days start getting longer,
I walk the streets I never knew...
The sun comes out for you.

And if you could see what's come over me,
then you would know.
'Cause I'm walking free.
The wind at my back, bathed in afterglow.

-Vanessa Carlton