THE EAGLE
Red splatters the walls, the floors...
The Eagles yellow eyes
His claws tear, his beak rips
His malicious intent present in its speech
His black shadow falls
Its darkness full and everlasting
Leaving no physical mark but
Its evidence in the eyes of the Knowing
Only they can see
Only they recognize the signs
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Pain is in the mind of the sufferer
Invisible and dangerous
It strikes silently
Clouding the mind
It consumes
It feeds
Never backing off
Happiness becomes the past
Anger the present
What of the future?
No one knows
No one can know
No one understands
No one can understand
The inflicted is left alone
Even in the presence of others
All is left behind
Red splatters the walls, the floors
Inside the hart-, hart
All becomes dark and painful
In the mind
The world disappears
And the mirrors appear
Self reflected from within
Only the Sufferer can know
What really goes on
Within the mind?
Those who know
Are those long gone
Are those who've suffered the least
Are those who left behind the victims
And traded themselves in
For the hope of something better
A hope never realized
The Knowing are never there to end it
To stop it
To prevent it
To help it
And the future doesn't seem bright
Only the Sufferer knows
Only the Sufferer understands
Only they know what's in the mind
And only the Sufferer knows
When the Eagle will strike
Red splatters the walls, the floors...
The Eagles yellow eyes
His claws tear, his beak rips
His malicious intent present in its speech
His black shadow falls
Its darkness full and everlasting
Leaving no physical mark but
Its evidence in the eyes of the Knowing
Only they can see
Only they recognize the signs
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Pain is in the mind of the sufferer
Invisible and dangerous
It strikes silently
Clouding the mind
It consumes
It feeds
Never backing off
Happiness becomes the past
Anger the present
What of the future?
No one knows
No one can know
No one understands
No one can understand
The inflicted is left alone
Even in the presence of others
All is left behind
Red splatters the walls, the floors
Inside the hart-, hart
All becomes dark and painful
In the mind
The world disappears
And the mirrors appear
Self reflected from within
Only the Sufferer can know
What really goes on
Within the mind?
Those who know
Are those long gone
Are those who've suffered the least
Are those who left behind the victims
And traded themselves in
For the hope of something better
A hope never realized
The Knowing are never there to end it
To stop it
To prevent it
To help it
And the future doesn't seem bright
Only the Sufferer knows
Only the Sufferer understands
Only they know what's in the mind
And only the Sufferer knows
When the Eagle will strike
Water
My only escape
Where for once my arms that are too pale and scrawny bend perfectly
Where I feel perfect
This is where my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where my legs that are too chubby of fat kick so strong
I feel perfect
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where pain only makes me only go faster
Better
Prettier
Perfectly
Water
Where my face that's not pretty in never seen
Hidden in waves that make me feel free
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
When I used to stab myself with needles
And let the blood bleed out
Suddenly is the last thing on my mind
And when I do spill blood
It's only on the days my mom says I can't go
To the water
Where my spirit will stay
When my body grows old and dies away
My only escape
Where for once my arms that are too pale and scrawny bend perfectly
Where I feel perfect
This is where my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where my legs that are too chubby of fat kick so strong
I feel perfect
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where pain only makes me only go faster
Better
Prettier
Perfectly
Water
Where my face that's not pretty in never seen
Hidden in waves that make me feel free
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
When I used to stab myself with needles
And let the blood bleed out
Suddenly is the last thing on my mind
And when I do spill blood
It's only on the days my mom says I can't go
To the water
Where my spirit will stay
When my body grows old and dies away
I sit and wonder…
Whatever happened to the days?
Watching BSG and Lost with Charles,
Playing ster Wars with him,
And Shortys?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of Josh helping me through the grief of my father’s death.
Whatever happened to the days?
Of chicken and egg salade sandwiches at the SUB and take-out Chinese for dinner?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of GIRLS NIGHT OUT!
Whatever happened to the days?
Of spring at KU?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of KU’s waterfall and walks at midnight…
Whatever happened to the days?
Of all my vrienden at KU, and what great vrienden they were.
Whatever happened to the days?
Whatever happened to the days?
Watching BSG and Lost with Charles,
Playing ster Wars with him,
And Shortys?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of Josh helping me through the grief of my father’s death.
Whatever happened to the days?
Of chicken and egg salade sandwiches at the SUB and take-out Chinese for dinner?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of GIRLS NIGHT OUT!
Whatever happened to the days?
Of spring at KU?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of KU’s waterfall and walks at midnight…
Whatever happened to the days?
Of all my vrienden at KU, and what great vrienden they were.
Whatever happened to the days?