Friday, February 8, 2013

Drowning in the Styxe

I need you to drive the knife into my heart
     because I couldn't get it far enough.
I need you to end it all to save me
     because I'm the broken one.

If you love me more than anything,
     then you'll give this gift I need desperately -
my last final wish before I let you go
    and free my lost and lonely soul.

Will you let me drown in the Styxe?
Will you let Lethe carry me
    to a place where I can forget I ever lived?
Death's no stranger there; I'd be more welcome in his lair.
It took me more than twenty years to find my place of rest.

I'll swim in the river of the dead,
And I'll fly with my fellow ghosts.
I'll swim in the river of the dead,
And I'll fly with my fellow ghosts:
 
     These lost but friendly souls.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Painter's Palette


I'm living in a land of make believe, where nothing's as it seems.
It's black and white, and this shade of green doesn't flatter me.
But I'm envious of the life you lead and desperate to change the one that's mine.
In a dark and lonely world, my colors can be deceiving.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.
And I paint the stars at night.
I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.
And make a rainbow when I need it.

Because when I hold the brush in my hand, who's to say I have to wait for the rain?
This is my palette, and my life's my own canvas to do as I please.

I don't have that much to give; I don't have that much to take.
But I'll make use of what I can, the world's putty in my hands.
I feel wet tears stream down my face; the skies are crying with me.
The clouds outside are grey, and I feel dull, I don't like to feel this way.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.
And I paint the stars at night.
I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.
And make a rainbow when I need it.

Because when I hold the brush in my hand, who's to say I have to wait for the rain?
This is my palette, and my life's my own canvas to do as I please.


I've shattered dreams, I've spread lies.
Destroyed hopes and misled minds.
The word is out, you can't trust me.
It's said I thrive on being greedy.
Close your ears and open your mind
Listen to me, look in my eyes.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.
And I paint the stars at night.
I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.
And make a rainbow when I need it.

Because when I hold the brush in my hand, who's to say I have to wait for the rain?
This is my palette, and my life's my own canvas to do as I please.