The Shadows Called

All the ink is running into muddied fields of deep, denied
emotive energy. Nothing can come clear within the dark.
Massive, the abuse of stark and lonely states of mind.
It used to be so different - you and I.
Meandering within the flesh of every springtime sky.
What happened when you chose to merely lay it all aside...?

The shadows called and you became their answer.
Inhuman, all the plots and plans you made into your own.
Rage turned to defensiveness. The offense sent to roam
within another life too innocent to fight. And yet, you knew.
The damage pictured clearly there, within your inner eye.
Fog dispersed to dampen down the brightness of the sky.
Voices from the past kept calling, asking only for a reason why.

Ah, there's the rub, for meaning never was in your venue.
Power was the path you chose, no matter meaning lost.
How great the cost of personal involvement.
You thought you could control it all, before the endless
fall into the truth began to waken deep within the lost
and lonely nights where once, you used to dream.

All the ink is running into muddied fields of deep, denied
emotive energy. Nothing can come clear within the dark.
Massive, the abuse of stark and lonely states of mind.
The shadows called and you became their answer.
It used to be so different - you and I...

? Michaelette ?

1/25/2003
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