lucidnightmares
02-22-2008, 04:38 PM
you went in search of something beautiful
you wanted something to give you purpose
along the way you discovered truth, pain, loss
you found beauty and it threw you away
and so you withdrew, inside your head
built a fortress from your broken emotions
sealed all your windows, locked all your doors
the pain was too great and the joy to fleeting
as the lights go down your moon shall rise
a broken omen, a precious gem to light your way
but you shot it down with all your hatred
and buried your pain in a class casket
and you watched as it died, slowly withered
mercilessly threw away hope to give you solace
surrounded by thorns and things best not seen
your sorrow became a god, held all your devotion
beauty was something best left alone
your mind attacked you with questions
why is life so hard? why do we die? how?
for your doubts drew a curtain around your eyes
and as you went blind with rage, your heart...
...felt something strange, not meant for you
this strange feeling...you had to rid yourself
for with joy came only pain, with laughter came tears
and your moon rose from it`s class prison
as your pain ate away at your soul
and a sun did set upon the horizon of fate
for happiness isn`t something we can grasp
it is something we forge, from friends, family, lovers
and your mind did break, your walls did shatter
the glass of sorrow shimmered as it faded away
your eyes opened one last time, to see the truth of your lonely world
looked back on your time to see what was lost
looked toward the moon to see what will be
and looked in yourself to find a rose
withered and torn, faded and grotesque
and yet you held it tight to your chest
and you smiled as you found your purpose
to create beauty from misery
and now your rose has grown a bed
to sleep in thorns and beauty
and your eyes are reflections of the great moon
for within you is peace, joy content
for life is exquisite, life is grotesque
make your own world for which to see
create joy from something forgotten
forge a destiny in which to revel
you wanted something to give you purpose
along the way you discovered truth, pain, loss
you found beauty and it threw you away
and so you withdrew, inside your head
built a fortress from your broken emotions
sealed all your windows, locked all your doors
the pain was too great and the joy to fleeting
as the lights go down your moon shall rise
a broken omen, a precious gem to light your way
but you shot it down with all your hatred
and buried your pain in a class casket
and you watched as it died, slowly withered
mercilessly threw away hope to give you solace
surrounded by thorns and things best not seen
your sorrow became a god, held all your devotion
beauty was something best left alone
your mind attacked you with questions
why is life so hard? why do we die? how?
for your doubts drew a curtain around your eyes
and as you went blind with rage, your heart...
...felt something strange, not meant for you
this strange feeling...you had to rid yourself
for with joy came only pain, with laughter came tears
and your moon rose from it`s class prison
as your pain ate away at your soul
and a sun did set upon the horizon of fate
for happiness isn`t something we can grasp
it is something we forge, from friends, family, lovers
and your mind did break, your walls did shatter
the glass of sorrow shimmered as it faded away
your eyes opened one last time, to see the truth of your lonely world
looked back on your time to see what was lost
looked toward the moon to see what will be
and looked in yourself to find a rose
withered and torn, faded and grotesque
and yet you held it tight to your chest
and you smiled as you found your purpose
to create beauty from misery
and now your rose has grown a bed
to sleep in thorns and beauty
and your eyes are reflections of the great moon
for within you is peace, joy content
for life is exquisite, life is grotesque
make your own world for which to see
create joy from something forgotten
forge a destiny in which to revel