Stone Tears
Heated
flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Release
me.
Turn
solid barrier
Of
brick and stone,
Barriers
that preclude my pleading call,
Trapped
here,
Force
to watch your fated fall,
To
molten rock,
Made
of worthless pain,
Released
without shame.
And
somewhere deep within the faded dark,
A
light flickers faintly once,
Falters
twice,
Alight
and suffering with sullen pain, no more.
Heated
flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Release
me.
Is
this the end of a beginning?
Or
the beginning of an ending?
Never
ending spiral,
Repeated
a thousand times before.
Once
more,
Forevermore,
No
more.
The
end.
Began
again.
Hope
for flaming wing,
—To
burn away broken chain
That
binds you to your pain.
Without
a soul,
You’ll
suffer so much more,
If
I’m not here.
Even
then, do not fear,
‘Cause
if you scream,
I’ll
be the one to hear,
So
far yet so near.
Pain
burnt away.
And
here I lie,
Doing
nothing for no reason,
When
all I have to do
Is
wake myself up,
And
bring myself to move.
‘Cause
I know,
I’m
alive today.
Heated
flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Release
me,
Before
it’s too late.
Take
what pieces of my soul,
You
may find,
Lost
and left behind.
A
pool of rot churning in a painful memory.
A
charred scar, etched too deep to ever fully heal.
A
pain all too real,
Left
somewhere in the wake of time.
So
now I find myself,
Picking
up the pieces,
Shattered
on the floor,
A
thousand dreams I have had before.
Clear
away what once was.
A
thousand tiny cuts,
Faded
scars, unnoticeable.
Atop
a crumbled ruin,
Rebuilt
to rise above,
I
stand, facing forward,
Never
straying behind.
I’ll
catch you if you slip.
I’ll
be there to break your fall.
Help
you ignore the demons call.
So
you’ll never have to feel,
Left
behind,
Standing
all alone,
In
fear or failure.
On
this crumbled ruin rebuilt,
I’ll
be there to break your fall.
Heated
flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Release
me.
And
something I never thought would happen,
Happens.
The
minute so tightly wound in fine gossamer threads
Slips
through.
The
clock ticks once…
Ticks
twice…
All
is not still.
The
day goes on.
And
there in dawn’s rosy light,
A
tiny teardrop mirror hangs,
Waiting
for the fateful breeze,
And
it will fall.
Perfection
gone.
When
all the world sleeps,
And
wallows in its chosen pain.
In
waking hours cry,
False
tears that lack all art and subtle delicacy,
Of
a thousand tiny teardrops.
So
unexpectedly in dawn’s rosy light,
The
weeping widow awakes.
The
day has ended.
Heated
flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Release
me.
Why
so fixed on keeping me?
It’s
cold tonight,
But
this time you won’t give up:
Not
without a fight—
Not
tonight.
‘Cause
you know it’s all right.
This
time you won’t be standing on your own,
All
alone.
And
when it’s dark,
You
will have a guiding light,
Through
the darkest night.
So
step light.
You’re
in control tonight.
In
this storm of hate,
Abandon
capsized ship.
You’re
not drowning;
There’s
a raft,
To
guide you to safe shore,
Through
this crimson sea,
Not
so deep.
‘Cause
the crimson tears
No
longer creep.
No
longer seep.
‘Cause
you’re alive today.
I’ll
step forward.
A
certain step
In
the right direction.
This
I know.
The
past behind me,
The
future in front.
With
this in mind,
I
know,
There
is no wrong way.
The
right way is the way,
Right
in front of me.
So
heated flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Release
me.
From
all the images,
That
haunt my dreams,
In
waking hours
Or
in sleep.
It’s
all the same to thee.
Today
I have woken up.
No
taunting screams
Wasting
me away,
Day
by day.
I’ve
let it go.
Today
is a new day
To
start to live again.
And
maybe this time,
I’ll
be something to anyone.
Faintly
forgotten,
Easily
remembered.
I’ll
take the risk,
And
make a difference.
And
so should you,
But
even if you don’t,
I’ll
be there to break your fall.
Tonight
the Darkness draws near,
But
do not fear,
Even
if your light begins to fade.
Don’t
give up.
Don’t
give in.
I’ll
give you some of mine,
Still
burning bright.
You’ll
see, it’ll all turn out all right.
Heated
flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Release
me.
Can
you not here my plea?
Curdled
blood drips,
A
viscous volcano,
Ready
to explode.
Raining
down emotion so long stowed.
Why
do you cry for me,
When
I’d take a fall for you any day?
From
the wake of past’s collision with present day,
Comes
future’s greatest strength.
So
don’t cry for me.
Even
if I’m bleeding through.
Soon
or later it will clot,
And
things will come through.
A
wound, no matter how deep will turn to faded scar.
Down
this lowly corridor,
The
shadows whisper in the dark,
Anxious
for all to hear the secrets that they keep.
Here
they come to try to take you away,
Here
they call with many a feeble lie.
Here
I have come to listen to all they say.
Chanting
mirthless tunes in the surrounding gloom.
They
call to me,
Though
I have taken heed.
They
call for you.
But
I have warned you.
Bones
unbroken,
Stones
unstained,
By
blood unspoilt,
Will
never fill,
Two
empty tomes.
I’ll
keep my promise,
Even
if I’ve broken it before.
Not
this time.
I’ll
be here,
Whenever
you need me.
I’ll
be here.
You’ve
made me cry before,
But
I know I’ve done the same to you.
And
even if you never come,
At
least you know,
I’ll
be here.
This
time,
I
promise.
And
I’ll try my best,
To
keep it.
Now
heated flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Will
you not release me?
Can
you not hear my plea?
From
far above,
Looking
down, way down.
I
can see you falling,
Drowning
in the darkness.
A
vacant soul floundering.
Though
you’re in reach,
If
I were you, and you me,
We’ve
been here before,
Would
you do it?
Risk
yourself, on my behalf?
My
hand’s outstretched.
Ready
to pull back,
Just
as you leap and miss,
Fall
forever, struggling still.
But
I promised I wouldn’t,
So
here’s a helping hand.
Pray
for the crying spider,
Who
will have no dinner tonight.
With
all things said and done,
Finally
cleared up and set straight,
I
will walk away and leave your memory behind.
You
still have so much to work out in your own mind.
You
may think you’ve woken up,
From
dreams so cold and dark,
You’re
drenched in bitter sweat.
What
you don’t realize is that,
The
true horror never really ends
—When
you wake up.
And
all this time you’ve been awake,
Your
life’s only real when you’re asleep.
It’s
a hell you can’t escape.
It’s
a never ending dream.
It’s
called reality.
Wake
up.
You’re
looking tired and afraid.
Lost
and confused.
Step
outside and take a breath.
Look
up at the clear night sky,
Above
or below,
It’s
entirely up to you.
Perfection
does exist,
Rippling
cool and clear,
As
if in reach.
Or
shimmering high and bright,
So
far away.
It’s
up too you,
So
take your pick.
Will
you settle for what’s near
And
almost pure?
Or
what is out of reach
But
complete?
It’s
up to you,
So
take your pick.
Now
heated flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Release
me.
And
as I walk past
Eyes
so filled with hopeless desire and misplaced morals.
I
think of you and all you could’ve been.
And
I remember now,
The
last time I saw you,
You
were crying tears of blood:
Fresh
and crimson they fell.
Your
eyes were open—
But
filled with desolate vacancy.
Blind
to the path before you.
Blind
to the path before me.
Together
we could’ve cried.
But
I could still see—
Even
with eyes tightly shut
So
no crimson tear would flow.
A
lament for our empty souls.
Deep
within,
I
always knew when you were lying.
Even
deeper still,
I
knew it wasn’t you that was lying.
It
was me.
Always
me.
Me—the
promise breaker.
Me—the
compulsive liar.
Every
time it was me,
Never
trying.
Always
lying.
And
all the while you were the one
Quietly
dying.
Suffering
from all the emotion I’ve never shown.
All
the emotion I have never known.
All
the emotion you will never know.
Quietly
dying.
And
now I realize it’s finally time
To
accept that this is what I’ve done.
Now
heated flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Will
you not release me?
How
long must I beg for your sympathy?
Today
I woke up
And
listened to the only sound,
Even
in the darkest night
And
brightest day;
Through
angry haze
Or
happy phase,
That
can set me straight.
—The
sound of rain
Drumming
lazily
Against
the windowpane.
No
matter what,
No
matter when,
There
is no sound
Closer
to me
Than
the steady rhythm
Of
rain drumming lazily
Against
the windowpane.
Standing
all alone,
On
this vacant shore.
I
watch the ebb and flow,
And
deep inside I know
Here’s
one casualty
This
torrent will never claim.
I
will walk away without shame.
Hopefully
more will follow with time.
In
times past,
A
silence was established.
Built
from a twisted mosaic,
Rebuilt
a thousand times before,
A
thousand and one times more.
Destroyed
no more.
Bullets
may fly.
Silent
screams may cry.
But
louder still—
Voices
of reason will speak out.
Delaying
or with a little luck,
A
little faith,
A
little understanding,
Subtle
black,
Smeared
red,
In
intensifying dark,
No
more.
Forevermore.
Now
heated flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Will
you not hear my plea?
Release
me.
Late
one night,
You
were walking down
Some
well trodden road,
When
you heard some silver instrument play.
Your
mind was in a daze.
Misty
haze.
Moon’s
gentle gaze.
Before
it was all too late,
You
were shaken awake
And
spared an unfortunate fate.
By
whom,
You
never knew.
Left
neither trace nor clue.
Left
not even expecting a simple ‘thank you’.
Gone
elsewhere,
To
be another miracle.
And
even if this miraculous spectre is far away,
Unknown
as shadow in the night.
You
pause to offer some silent thanks.
A
prayer for whoever passes good deeds in the night,
Witnessed
only by the moon’s gentle gaze.
Misty
haze.
Ages
pass and history,
Doomed
to repeat itself,
Echoes
either tale of honourless failure
Or
noble valour.
Ancient
armour clad knights,
Settleling
worthy quarrel
Face
to face.
Steel
to steel.
Shield
to shield.
Face
to face.
And
may the better be the victor.
In
times past,
A
battle was fought for honour.
Now
we realize
In
times present
—Honour
is worthless.
Forgotten.
Lost.
Ignored.
Blades
bent and rusted.
Screams
never heard.
A
passing shot gone amiss.
Neither
victim nor offender
Coming
face to face.
Pain
unknown.
See
it on screen.
A
million miles away.
Agony
ignored.
Honour
and valour lie buried
Underneath
a thousand years of rot and decay.
Clutched
in the skeletal grip of an age forgotten.
Sixteen
miles away
From
shell-shocked chaos.
A
bell tolls,
Not
time of day.
Hollow
emptiness
Of
wasted shell.
Unworthy
death.
Hope
is lost.
Another
soul
Summoned
by
The
sixteenth knell
From
one hell
To
another.
—Human
race,
Accept
it,
You’ve
lost
All
face.
Now
heated flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Will
you not release me?
How
long must I beg for your sympathy?
I
know I’m getting what I deserve.
I
know so much has led up to this.
I
only pretended it was hit or miss.
All
along I knew I didn’t have a chance.
I
dug my own grave.
Suffering
now as I did then,
But
I promised I’d clean it up,
Before
it was too late.
Now
it’s too late.
I
denied all along,
But
in the end it all came back to me.
‘Cause
it’s the truth al the same.
For
days I watched,
The
mirror image ripple,
Ripple
and fall.
Looking
back at it all
I
really was.
Not
all I could be.
Would
be.
Should
be.
Doing
nothing to make
My
could be,
A
reality.
Defeated
before I even begun,
By
a rippling image in a mirror.
Don’t
be like me.
Don’t
fail before you’ve even tried.
There
no need to hide.
If
you need it,
I’ll
push you forward.
So
take a step,
One
small risk and you’re alive again.
Didn’t
you know?
You’re
alive today.
So
dry these empty tears.
Your
soul is full and bound to overflow.
Stand
up and step up.
Be
whatever you could be.
Would
be.
Should
be.
I’ll
be there.
Even
if you stumble.
I’ll
be there,
To
break your fall.
When
you watch the sun set,
Do
you think back on all you’ve done?
Was
the day good?
Or
was it bad?
It
was whatever you made it.
Are
you proud of it?
The
damage you’ve done.
Or
the goodness you bring.
Do
you wish for better?
Or
are you grateful for what you’ve got?
With
all this in mind,
How
well do you sleep at night?
What
will you do today?
When
the day is done?
Now
heated flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
Will
you not release me?
How
long must I beg for your sympathy?
In
the loudest of silences,
I
took the time to listen,
And
drowning out all other sound,
I
heard the wraith’s scream.
With
pain coursing through my veins.
So
bittersweet.
I
embraced sweet defeat.
Hell’s
so much better,
With
viper venom in control,
So
bittersweet.
And
I heard the angels' cry.
An
echo so deep,
The
pain ceased to be
So
bittersweet.
So
I stood up and chose to defy
This
bittersweet lie.
The
pain within,
So
bittersweet.
No
more.
Forevermore.
Now
heated flame,
Burning
brand within,
I
beseech thee:
One
last time,
Will
thou not release me?
Turn
these barriers,
My
barren prison,
To
molten rock.
I
beseech thee:
Hear
my plea.
And
at long last,
My
wish fulfilled,
The
heavy walls
Flow
as freely as
Stone
Tears.
And
now at last,
I
can keep my promise
And
break all your falls.
And
I thank thee,
For
finally setting me free.
Stone
tears
Fall
freely
Fall
feebly
Without
pain…
Nevermore.
Forevermore.
No
more.
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