Date: 10-17-2006
Adam's p.o.v
Holding out for a hero, salvation is love is a solution for everything.
Holding out for a pulse, is faith a blessing or a curse?
Silent grief, what is this bittersweet belief by which we call false hope?
Swimming in the deep end of the ocean, whose shoulder will you lean on?
In the quietness and coldness of this hellish darkness, you crash into me.
I know you inside out like an open wounded dying body.
The river runs through you and I shiver with great fear watching a beautiful art masterpiece fall apart.
Fallen out of the clear blue heavenly sky, you are lost without a guiding light to lead you back home.
Merciful, I embrace your scars and your flaws without showing any kind of judgement.
I see you beyond your claws and you grace me with your presence in return.
I lift you up off of the floor and you consider me to be a gift that is from God.
You open the secret door leading to your heart and I make you to be apart of my art.
.Becoming clay, there you go again down into the sea of ashes.
You drift away without giving me the time of day.
The sudden shift creates a rift between us providing little swift justice for this loss of innocence.
I never had a chance to speak my mind before you were caught up with the wind of change.
How could you be so mean and not keep the memory of me alive?
I wanted to be your friend forever, how dare you leave me behind to suffer in silence.
Panicky, I can't move around on this holy shaky ground.
Unsolved, tricky clues brought on by your hard to read body language gives me a glimpse of the upcoming bitter cold winter.
My heart is bleeding more heavily now than other past time as the result of struggling to find peace of mind.
Endless waterfalls, raindrops drown out the sound of joy once shared between us.
All of this constant worrying about you has given me a reason to weep and be broken.
Swimming in the deep end of the ocean, sweet heavenly bliss is located at the bottom of this abyss where I cry myself to sleep.