Apr. 11th, 2009
Tribute To A Life Long Past
v: What May Follow
By Everett A Warren
April 30, 1990
When will it end?
They wish to cleanse my life,
I hear the darkness whisper to my soul,
All my sorrows cast away as I enter a new life.
I cannot help but cringe when I hear your voice among them,
You who would be with me forever, now you lie on the other side.
I call it deception as you beg for me to join you, oh you know that I hear,
The chorus rises, singing unholy praise, I hear your dulcet tones leading them.
Beauty before my eyes ravaged by the hands of time.
All truths revealled as fallacy.
Madman's inquistion at the hands of altered superstition.
Grinding down beneath the weight of the ages.
What am I now that I'll not be then,
It wasn't me if it's not the same.
Shells will change and crack away,
I am alive beneath the tender skin.
Restlessness takes hold under the burdens that grow old,
Casting shadows in a dying sun expand.
Questing for a realm of though that will bare beyond,
Lying awake, the sound.
What am I now that I'll not be then,
It wasn't me if it's not the same.
Shells will change and crack away,
I am alive beneath the aged skin.
Glorious sights forever alive seem to die, as they must.
Incoherent attitudes cry to the night time sky,
They plead to be heard by you and I.
Copyright (c) 1990 Everett A Warren