Shadow…

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Where did it go…
What happened to me…

One day I owned it…
The next, it was free…

Leaving me pleading…
For it to return…

Begging it to listen…
End my aching burn…

And escape the dark cloud…
Hanging over my head…

Because it gave me hope…
But it also misled…

As it left me helpless…
And it’s left no trace…

So I chase its memory…
But I can’t remember its face…

Just the way that it felt…
When it promised it was mine…

As even in darkness…
And the day to day grind…

It helped me see light…
And feel rain on my skin…

Yet now it has left me…
Nothing ever gets in…

My heart is locked and bolted…
There’s no beat, no boom…

I stare at the walls…
I’m trapped in this room…

Talking to the silence…
Worrying about consequences…

As it’s muted my soundtrack…
And it has numbed all my senses…

Because it was my pride…
And it was my joy…

Yet I never realized…
It could fucking destroy…

Leaving me a pale shadow…
Of the person I used to be…

Forever locked in this limbo…
Floating in its dead sea…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Shadow” covered by Justin Currie

Arms of Hell…

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Remember, Remember, Remember…
It’s harder than you think…
A lonely dark night in November…
Distraction began with a drink…

Always trying to look forward…
Forever chained to the past…
Memories totally alcohol blurred…
Actions that happened so fast…

Eye…
Fly…
High…

He always liked to watch…
It’s what he once believed…
Swallow another scotch…
It numbed as he deceived…

Trying hard to stay in control…
Amid flashbacks of torment…
The dancer sliding down the pole…
Adults who would consent…

Fly…
Me…
High…

One moment in time gave him wings…
The belief he could indeed fly…
A giant amongst conquering kings…
Now guilt simply asks why…

Stop, stare, are they seeing this too…
A direct effect of the lies…
It’s above the beyond, focused out of view…
Only hindsight makes people wise…

Eye…
Won’t…
Cry…

And so it comes full circle…
His brain can’t handle the truth…
A story of Hyde & Mr Jekyll…
The finger now pointed at you…

Remember, Remember, Remember…
It’s harder than you think…
A lonely dark night in November…
Seduction began with a drink…

Eye…
Fly…
High…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Into Temptation” by Crowded House

Echo Chamber…


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Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
I don’t know if I dare…
Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
Ever expose myself bare…

As it’s so overwhelming…
This power you create…
The silver lines you’re spinning…
Just connect and resonate…

Painting pictures in my mind…
Planting music in my soul…
Your voice is full of kindness…
I’m simply under your control…

As you have this capability…
To extract me from reality…
Into a realm of total fantasy…
Do you realise what you do to me…

Oh Lord, Oh my Lord…
I’m blessed by your presence…
Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
I worship your very essence…

For in your generous company…
I cannot begin to focus…
When your eyes glance my way…
It’s witchcraft, it’s hocus pocus…

The spell that you have woven…
Transcends all time and space…
It transports this mortal being…
High above this Earthly place…

And I wonder if you see it…
If you know exactly how I feel…
But we can never speak of it…
That’s the twisted, fucked up deal…

So it’s hidden from conversation…
It’s buried deep down inside…
It resides in my echo chamber…
A secret carried till I’ve died…

Oh Lord, oh sweet Lord…
You simply drive me wild..
And in my darkest dreams…
I become your Heathen Child…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Heathen Child” by Grinderman

Hiding In The Darkness…

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Stood in the corner…
Sat facing the wall…

Hiding in the darkness…
Running away from it all…

Dodging flying bullets…
Of real life responsibility...

Looking for distraction…
And chances to feel free…

Disguising all her fears…
Disgusted by her thoughts…

Dealing with the Devil…
It’s so tense, it’s so fraught…

Ignoring all the signals…
Running in the wrong direction…

Orchestrating from the shadows…
She’s perfecting misdirection…

Whilst searching for something…
Sugercoated in sweet lies…

Desperate for that someone…
Who makes her feel alive…

But reflections in hotel mirrors…
Are fucking with her head…

And all she ever thinks about…
Could never ever be said…

Her guilty mind’s mentality…
Lays on the floor of the ocean…

Trapped beneath the rocks…
And concealed by dark emotion…

She sees no way out of here…
No chance of an escape…

She’s the sum of all her history…
One she could never reshape…

She can’t change her story…
Erase the twists and turns…

And what lies before her…
Are unscripted lines she learns…

Makes it up as she goes along…
Ignoring the rules of fate…

Points the finger of blame…
With each and every mistake…

Now she’s stood in the corner…
Resting her head against a wall…

Hiding out in the darkness…
Running away from it all…

Trapped by her situation…
The weight of responsibility…

So she seeks out dark distractions…
And the chance to distort reality…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Flying in the face of love” by Neil Finn

 

 

 

The Wife…

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Twenty Three years…
Of the love delusion…

Twenty Three years…
Of cupid’s fucking illusion…

Twenty Three years…
Of badly fractured vows…

Twenty Three years…
Only God knows how…

Twenty Three years…
Of ups and downs…

Twenty Three years…
Of smiles, of frowns…

Twenty Three years…
Said it wouldn’t last…

Twenty Three years…
Hidden behind a mask…

Twenty Three years…
Navigating rough seas…

Twenty Three years…
Battling monotony…

Twenty Three years…
Forgiving, never forgetting…

Twenty Three years…
Of quietly regretting…

Twenty Three years…
Failing to communicate…

Twenty Three years…
Watching scars accumulate…

Twenty Three years…
Of the secrets and lies…

Twenty Three years…
Eye Will Not Cry…

Twenty Three years…
Of daily deceit…

Twenty Three years…
Can you feel my heartbeat…

Twenty Three years…
What have we done to each other…

Twenty Three years…
Will we ever recover…

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©Eyewillnotcry

Inspired by the song: “The Sorrowful Wife” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Black Hole…

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The man at the door…
Wants to buy your soul…

Says it’s worth double…
As it’s got a Black Hole…

Got a big Black Hole…
Deep down inside…

Been getting bigger…
Every time you lied…

Each time you lied…
The man here knew…

Made him smile…
As the Black Hole grew…

Growing bigger and bigger…
Swallowing up your heart…

Covering up the truth…
Shooting out a poison dart…

And that poison dart…
Hit the one you love…

Made him take flight…
Like an escaping Dove…

That escaping Dove…
Has broken your soul…

Now all that’s left…
Is this big Black Hole…

It’s your Black Hole…
That this man wants…

Killing time in the shadows…
As his memory haunts…

And that memory haunts…
Stalks your hurting head…

You made the choices…
Now you wish you were dead…

You wish you were dead…
Because the living is hell…

Now the time has come…
And your ready to sell…

Yes you’re ready to sell…
Detach that big Black Hole…

So just close your eyes…
And hand over your soul…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song : ”Black” by Pearl Jam

Twisted Game…

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We walk hand in hand…
Strolling side by side…

Repressing all our emotions…
Hid behind our thin disguise…

Never articulating feelings…
No matter what we may think…

Engaged in a war of attrition…
Where only the weakest will blink…

Our aura burnt with blackness…
Beneath a dark depressive cloud…

Anxiety wrapped around our souls…
Like a heavy, cast iron shroud…

It’s become some twisted game…
Where only broken people can win…

We need to ask ourselves a question…
Where did all the heartache begin…

Just how and where and why…
Did our lives end up like this…

Because back when we were young…
We’d never stare into the abyss…

Our lives were simply innocent…
With a sense of right and wrong…

No complicated shades of grey…
The energy of youth pulled us along…

But somewhere down life’s highway…
We turned left instead of right…

We missed a vital signpost…
Ignited an internal gunfight…

And the emotional war raged on…
Becoming a battleground for years…

We were powerless to stop the fighting…
We were too weak to stem the tears…

Now we fight our fucking demons…
And we struggle through each long day…

We pretend that we’re all perfect…
We make believe everything is OK…

But we’re repressing all our emotions…
We’re hid behind our clever disguise…

We’ll never articulate our true feelings…
In the hope “THEY” never realise…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”When We Were Young” by Passenger – for Lorana http://www.loranamusic.com/