Hope floats, in rivers of lies
To the tune of the sirens
With their songs of demise
As the stench of broke hearts
Fill the air with dark dread
Come dance lonesome lovers
Come dance with the dead
Hope floats, in rivers of lies
To the tune of the sirens
With their songs of demise
As the stench of broke hearts
Fill the air with dark dread
Come dance lonesome lovers
Come dance with the dead
This sounds both passionate and morbid and makes me think of a certain goth child I know who likes the night
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
I love the form and very classical style. I don't think many fewer things have ever been written or spoken than "hope floats on a river of lies"; the sad thing being that most would prefer lies that give hope than the truth that kills it.
"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being." --Carl Gustav Jung
"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due." --Neil Gaiman; The Sandman Vol. 4: Season of Mists
"I'm on my way, from misery to happiness today. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh" --The Proclaimers
Wondering if this deserves a few more readers and comments?
I very much like the terse authority of it.
The Sirens sing to please themselves.
The boats that break and drift ashore
do not float souls they care to know,
but more the ones that seek them out
have pain that they can never show.
Last edited by Liz J.; 02-18-2010 at 01:17 AM.
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