in counterpoint, something from the dark side
Memoirs of a Madman
Peace, just simple peace
oh how I seek it here within
and how it avoids me with easy grace
I am a fool without cease
for attempting this yet again
even as the tears stain my upturned face
A dark heart
seeking something beyond my grasp
fearing I might find it in the light
Count the shattered parts
starting at my last tormented gasp
and witness my inner hidden plight
I hear the pain
as it cries aloud within my tattered mind
and I know I’m still alive, I hear that old song
Tears fall like a dark rain
their tracks are easy for me to find
across a soul stretched thin for far too long
Yet I can not surrender to it
for I am a fighter in a fight I know so well
in the ring of life where each day another round
Spirit callused just a bit
scarred by the memories I call hell
in a life of experiences I hold within and bound