Moonlight Sonata.

(requiem)

Staring at the sea..
(‘...Will he come?’)

(In the blur of serenity,
where did everything get lost?
The flowers of naïveté
buried in a layer of frost.)












I bow down before the one I serve.

Thought she had it all before they called her bluff;
found out that her skin just wasn’t thick enough.
Wanted to go back to how it was before;
thought she lost everythingthen she lost a whole lot more.

Just a reflection,
just a glimpse;
just a little reminder
of all the “what about’s”
and all the “might have,
could have been’s.”

...There is no place I can go, there is no way I can hide..
it feels like it keeps coming from the inside.

A fool’s devotion - swallowed up in empty space.
The tears of regret - frozen to the side of her face.


Tried to save a place from the cuts and the scratches..
Tried to overcome the complications and the catches.
Nothing ever grows, and the sun doesn't shine all day;
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away.

(...The smell of sunshine...I remember sometimes.)

“Anything at any price;
all of this for you.
All the spoils of a wasted life;
all of this for you.

“Tried faith, all worn and thin..
for all we could have done...
and all that could have been.

“I’ve done all I can do, could I please come with you?”

There is a hate that burns within,
the most desperate place I have ever been.

(“Got to get back to the bottom”—the big come down;
isn't that what you wanted?
To find a place with the failed and forgotten;
isn't that really what you wanted now?)

There’s always a way to forget,
once you learn to find a way how..

'There is no place I can go—there is no place I can hide..
it feels like it keeps coming from the inside.
..The closer I get the worse it becomes,
the closer I get the worse it becomes.'

(she doesn’t see her beauty;
she tries to get away.
“sometimes...it’s just that nothing seems worth saving.

I’d rather die, than..”)

...I can’t watch her slip away.

‘I broke apart my insides, I’ve got no soul to sell..’

I won’t let you fall apart.


(she reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by,
hoping someone can see..

“..if I could fix myself I'd... - but it's too late for me.

I wont let you fall apart.” )

If you could show,
help me to know,
how it’s supposed to be ,
where did it go?

pleading
needing
bleeding
breathing
feeding
exceeding

...where is everybody?

trying and lying
defying denying
crying and dying:

where is everybody?


Is there hope for me,
after all is said and done?


Ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear:
The destiny I've chose
all becoming clear.
The currents have their say:
“The time is drawing near.”
Washes me away;
makes me disappear.


‘I descend from grace;
in arms of undertow
I will take my place,
in the great below.’


I can still feel you.


Trying to get back to where I’m from.






















Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be..
and I can see things I knew I really shouldn't see.


And now I know.


As black as the night can get...everything is safer now.