“I stay and you fly”…

~

Tired, sore eyes…
A tear stained face…

A grieving body…
Feeling displaced…

Lost in a world…
That can’t understand…

Her spirit is broken…
She misses his hand…

Haunted by the ghost…
Memories of her man…

He was taken too soon…
This wasn’t the plan…

Now left all alone…
She’s failing to cope…

She’s losing the will…
She’s lost all hope…

Not able to sleep…
Feeling so depressed…

Leaving her floating…
In a state of distress…

Wishing that death…
Would visit again…

Reach out his hand…
Take away her pain…

And be finally reunited…
With her soulmate…

High above the clouds…
At Heaven’s golden gates…

Where she knows he’ll wait…
Until the end of time…

For her to join him…
At the end of her climb…

Up the long stairway…
At her journeys end…

That peaceful moment…
When she will ascend…

But until that time…
Where she’ll be free…

Her life’s stuck in limbo…
Full of loneliness and misery…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “My Least Favourite Life” By Lera Lynn

The Ghost…

~

He’s got kind eyes…
And a gentle heart…

But a sinner’s mind…
And his soul is dark…

Tried the right way…
But seduced by the wrong…

A well-trodden path…
Since the day he was born…

Into a splintered world…
Fractured in two…

Carrying years of anger…
And such sadness too…

It eats away at him…
Like a cancer inside…

And he can’t remember…
The last time he cried…

He just bottles it up…
And locks it all away…

With no hint nor trace…
It’s always been this way…

Because he’s so nonchalant…
And calm on the outside…

Managing to cover it all up…
With each and every lie…

It can’t ever be helped…
Or even nursed better…

It’s a constant presence…
Like an unwritten letter…

To the ones he loved…
In some final confession…

Detailing all the mistakes…
And his wrong decisions…

As he was fast asleep…
With his mind wide open…

Stumbling through life…
Knowing something was broken…

Something deep down…
That could never be fixed…

Whilst he walks this Earth…
In a trance and bewitched…

By all those feelings…
Hidden in his heart…

Whilst a sinner’s mind…
Keeps his soul so dark…

Disowned by the Gods…
Cast out into Hell…

A man who sold his soul…
For a ride on Satan’s carousel…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Pour Le Monde” By Crowded House

 

Clinging On…

~

You look into my eyes…
Like you really know me…

You preach your words of wisdom…
To try and make me see…

You want to change my world…
Make everything seem better…

You try to mend my heart…
With words and pictures in a letter…

You need me to simply understand…
That my life is perfectly wonderful…

You slowly take my hand…
Dance like we’re in a musical…

But you don’t really know me…
What’s eating at my soul…

That this world where I live…
Is just a dark and dingy hole…

I’m failing to connect…
I’m failing to see the light…

I’m trapped in this limbo…
Don’t have strength to fight…

My feelings are just numb…
I’m not able to cry or care…

And no matter how I try…
No warmth exists in there…

And Nineteen Eighty Four…
The number from the song…

It circles round and round…
It’s been playing for so long…

It binds me to the past…
Refuses to let me move on…

I am here, not sure where…
Everything I do is wrong…

But you think you can fix me…
Yet you really have no clue…

You act with zero empathy…
You make this all about you…

You just need to be my hero…
But you cannot change a thing…

I’m trapped in here forever…
And I cling, I cling, I cling…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Girl In Amber” By Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Shadow…

~
Where did it go…
What happened to me…

One day I owned it…
The next, it was free…

Leaving me pleading…
For it to return…

Begging it to listen…
End my aching burn…

And escape the dark cloud…
Hanging over my head…

Because it gave me hope…
But it also misled…

As it left me helpless…
And it’s left no trace…

So I chase its memory…
But I can’t remember its face…

Just the way that it felt…
When it promised it was mine…

As even in darkness…
And the day to day grind…

It helped me see light…
And feel rain on my skin…

Yet now it has left me…
Nothing ever gets in…

My heart is locked and bolted…
There’s no beat, no boom…

I stare at the walls…
I’m trapped in this room…

Talking to the silence…
Worrying about consequences…

As it’s muted my soundtrack…
And it has numbed all my senses…

Because it was my pride…
And it was my joy…

Yet I never realized…
It could fucking destroy…

Leaving me a pale shadow…
Of the person I used to be…

Forever locked in this limbo…
Floating in its dead sea…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Shadow” covered by Justin Currie

Echo Chamber…

~
Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
I don’t know if I dare…
Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
Ever expose myself bare…

As it’s so overwhelming…
This power you create…
The silver lines you’re spinning…
Just connect and resonate…

Painting pictures in my mind…
Planting music in my soul…
Your voice is full of kindness…
I’m simply under your control…

As you have this capability…
To extract me from reality…
Into a realm of total fantasy…
Do you realise what you do to me…

Oh Lord, Oh my Lord…
I’m blessed by your presence…
Oh Lord, oh my Lord…
I worship your very essence…

For in your generous company…
I cannot begin to focus…
When your eyes glance my way…
It’s witchcraft, it’s hocus pocus…

The spell that you have woven…
Transcends all time and space…
It transports this mortal being…
High above this Earthly place…

And I wonder if you see it…
If you know exactly how I feel…
But we can never speak of it…
That’s the twisted, fucked up deal…

So it’s hidden from conversation…
It’s buried deep down inside…
It resides in my echo chamber…
A secret carried till I’ve died…

Oh Lord, oh sweet Lord…
You simply drive me wild..
And in my darkest dreams…
I become your Heathen Child…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Heathen Child” by Grinderman

Hiding In The Darkness…

~

Stood in the corner…
Sat facing the wall…

Hiding in the darkness…
Running away from it all…

Dodging flying bullets…
Of real life responsibility...

Looking for distraction…
And chances to feel free…

Disguising all her fears…
Disgusted by her thoughts…

Dealing with the Devil…
It’s so tense, it’s so fraught…

Ignoring all the signals…
Running in the wrong direction…

Orchestrating from the shadows…
She’s perfecting misdirection…

Whilst searching for something…
Sugercoated in sweet lies…

Desperate for that someone…
Who makes her feel alive…

But reflections in hotel mirrors…
Are fucking with her head…

And all she ever thinks about…
Could never ever be said…

Her guilty mind’s mentality…
Lays on the floor of the ocean…

Trapped beneath the rocks…
And concealed by dark emotion…

She sees no way out of here…
No chance of an escape…

She’s the sum of all her history…
One she could never reshape…

She can’t change her story…
Erase the twists and turns…

And what lies before her…
Are unscripted lines she learns…

Makes it up as she goes along…
Ignoring the rules of fate…

Points the finger of blame…
With each and every mistake…

Now she’s stood in the corner…
Resting her head against a wall…

Hiding out in the darkness…
Running away from it all…

Trapped by her situation…
The weight of responsibility…

So she seeks out dark distractions…
And the chance to distort reality…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Flying in the face of love” by Neil Finn

 

 

 

Black Hole…

~

The man at the door…
Wants to buy your soul…

Says it’s worth double…
As it’s got a Black Hole…

Got a big Black Hole…
Deep down inside…

Been getting bigger…
Every time you lied…

Each time you lied…
The man here knew…

Made him smile…
As the Black Hole grew…

Growing bigger and bigger…
Swallowing up your heart…

Covering up the truth…
Shooting out a poison dart…

And that poison dart…
Hit the one you love…

Made him take flight…
Like an escaping Dove…

That escaping Dove…
Has broken your soul…

Now all that’s left…
Is this big Black Hole…

It’s your Black Hole…
That this man wants…

Killing time in the shadows…
As his memory haunts…

And that memory haunts…
Stalks your hurting head…

You made the choices…
Now you wish you were dead…

You wish you were dead…
Because the living is hell…

Now the time has come…
And your ready to sell…

Yes you’re ready to sell…
Detach that big Black Hole…

So just close your eyes…
And hand over your soul…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song : ”Black” by Pearl Jam

Twisted Game…

~

We walk hand in hand…
Strolling side by side…

Repressing all our emotions…
Hid behind our thin disguise…

Never articulating feelings…
No matter what we may think…

Engaged in a war of attrition…
Where only the weakest will blink…

Our aura burnt with blackness…
Beneath a dark depressive cloud…

Anxiety wrapped around our souls…
Like a heavy, cast iron shroud…

It’s become some twisted game…
Where only broken people can win…

We need to ask ourselves a question…
Where did all the heartache begin…

Just how and where and why…
Did our lives end up like this…

Because back when we were young…
We’d never stare into the abyss…

Our lives were simply innocent…
With a sense of right and wrong…

No complicated shades of grey…
The energy of youth pulled us along…

But somewhere down life’s highway…
We turned left instead of right…

We missed a vital signpost…
Ignited an internal gunfight…

And the emotional war raged on…
Becoming a battleground for years…

We were powerless to stop the fighting…
We were too weak to stem the tears…

Now we fight our fucking demons…
And we struggle through each long day…

We pretend that we’re all perfect…
We make believe everything is OK…

But we’re repressing all our emotions…
We’re hid behind our clever disguise…

We’ll never articulate our true feelings…
In the hope “THEY” never realise…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”When We Were Young” by Passenger – for Lorana http://www.loranamusic.com/

 

 

 

The One…

~

She spoke a private language…
Only he could understand…

Transmitted unspoken messages…
By the touch of her magical hand…

She infected all his dreams…
Sent him spinning at first sight…

Her spell was all encompassing…
Stole his days and all his nights…

At every single opportunity…
He would find the time to play…

With their secret conversations…
Firing up his mundane day…

As games of Truth or Dare…
Wasted away the minutes…

Sending lust filled messages…
Pushed boundaries; pushed limits…

They became friends with benefits…
Behind locked hotel room doors…

Their clothes eagerly removed…
Her underwear fell to the floor…

Revealing her flawless body…
One that’d fallen to this earth…

A stunning brown eyed angel…
Beyond all material worth…

As she laid naked beside him…
He would feel not a shred of shame…

It was like a Hollywood movie scene…
But this was no longer a game…

Her lips were so damn sweet…
Passion burned behind her eyes…

And reaching deep into his soul…
She pulled him in-between her thighs…

But the gravity of the situation…
Began to weigh heavy on his mind…

She’d become a deadly addiction…
He simply had to leave behind…

Now she’s a guilt laced memory…
The cause of his eternal disgrace…

She remains his only regret in life…
But one he refuses to ever erase…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”On the Level” by Leonard Cohen

Guilty…

It was the story of her life…
Stolen moments and memories…

All those choices she made…
Became secret documentaries…

Where only her eyes filmed it…
And only her heart knew the truth…

Of a once pure soul tainted…
Unrecognisable from her youth…

A time where balance existed…
Right and wrong was clear…

Until the voices started to whisper…
And the blurring began to appear…

Out of sight, out of mind…
What they don’t know won’t hurt…

But as the gravity grew stronger…
The dark pull left her inert…

She was unable to think straight…
She was unable to walk away…

Lust was like a drug addiction…
She was held under its sway…

The excitement of deception…
And the ease of execution…

Left a taste without exception…
There was no substitution…

Tracks always covered up…
No clues for the detection…

Thrill seeking in the moment…
No care for self-reflection…

But judgement is upon her…
They’re speaking in fork tongues…

Her punishment is awaiting…
She hears those distant drums…

And she knows the crimes committed…
Year after guilt ridden year…

Will forge the chains that bind her…
So she walks toward the light in fear…

She knows that everybody cheats…
She knew that everybody lies…

But she didn’t expect this feeling…
And it’s too late to apologise…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Guilty” By Paloma Faith