Delusions

No one can seem to be

What they seem to be

Were they meant to see

This story

Or just the facets of the memory?

Would the two

Different sides of the same story

Clear the edges

From being so blurry

Can they even coincide?

What's there to show?
What's there to hide?

Somewhere between

Reality and the memory

Is the true story

But it's all history

There's always

Two sides to every coin

And different versions

Of every truth

And every lie

We try, to find our way

To just convey

How we perceive 

Each day

Do you believe

Or can conceive

A different version of your truth

Or were we simply

Just deceived?

Without ever really seeking proof

East of Purgatory

Transfixed by the river styx

Torn betwixt

The path to nowhere

And the open road

At the crossroads

I can hear the talking head

Laughing that I've lost my way

Creeping in this land of dread

Where there is no day

Just night

Not right

If I shut my eyes tight

Will I see what I need?

Can the world recede

And more of me come to be?

And in the land of the dead and whispering

The hollow breath of those that don't breathe

Sends chills across my skin

In this place cold and bleak

I swear I can hear my blood moving

And so can they

For they are listening

They yearn to taste what they no longer

Have

In my loneliness
I realize fear

I realize I may never leave here

This could be my end

With no one knowing that I am gone

But how would they know

Was I ever really here to begin with?

It's strange because

I can not in good conscience

Call this funny

But odd it seems to be

But if perchance

Far away and somewhere sunny

I'll know it's just a dream

I could pray forever

And spend forever

Prayers unanswered

Whispers echo

Where I am the ghost

The hollow memory

Of what might have been

And never will be

I could scream

But would you hear me?

And if this path

Finds a way

To mark where I should have

Been

If there is no going back

And I can not return home

Where will I wander

Till I find my way?

Opaque Motives

Opaque motives

And tattered seeming

Too much left worth

Yet still believing

Exhalation of the faith

That's kept us dreaming

Flashing image within the mind

Of other worlds we’ve left behind

Us somewhere laden

Crossroads not taken

I can't see beyond the paintings

The mirrors in your soul

We've spent too long complaining

Falling deeper in those hole

And memories like shifting sand

That bring us back to here

Will be the words from mouth to hand

As our motives disappear  

Black Room

Thoughts lost in the darkroom, edges blur all that I showed you

Did I already know? Were you already shown?

Specs stuck to the slide reel, Was it something you said that’s just not real

Should I know where to go? Is this already home?

Spent so much time talking to shadows

And spirits that are no longer here

Feeling like I’m just lost at the crossroads

Till I finally disappear

And sometimes love breeds hate

Sometimes passion, apathy

How do we reach this state

Would you stay alone with me?

A puddle gathers at the floor, why didn’t I see all of this before?

Wipe the mirror but it won’t come clear,

hide the pictures I don’t want to hear

Is it important that I don’t understand,

minute of your time could clear away the sand

But it seems that its easier to just fade away,

swallowing inside all that you couldn’t say

And sometimes love breeds hate

Sometimes passion, apathy

How do we reach this state

Would you stay alone with me?