Perfect NightmareYou approach me,Your blue eyes hungry.I know why you're hereyou reach out your handand hold up a mirror.It shatters, glass fallstinkling,tinkling.I am changedcarved by the shardsand I am happy.The blood washes away the painand I am beautiful.I am a monster.
WhispersDo we hear herCrackled whisperIn the distanceOf beckoning hallwaysMirrors and mirrorsMiles of visionsOf nightmares in the morning
ScarsThey're each their own secret to keepThe blade of your words; It cuts too deepThe weight of what I'm holding inPresses down.So it begins.The worst part of it is, I knowAbout your watchful eyes.They look and seek and see me weepYou hope for my demise.Sometimes the pieces of my heart collide,Only to be shattered one more time.The water's too deepThe pressure's too highHere goes the shardsOf this heart of mine.
In The ShadowsI've seen the Canadian troops,Marching all clad in green,and through their blood, sweat, and tears,I wonder what they've seen.I know I've seen plenty,From victory and lossTo men sacrificing their livesLike Jesus at the cross.I felt the sound of gunshots,Witnessed blood being shed,I heard screams and bad dreamsOver good men, now dead.One day sometime after it was done,A little boy sat with me and asked me, "Why,why did a good man like my dad have to die?"I could only whisper in reply:"Your daddy was brave, he died for us all,"He started to cry, while I stood tall.The little boy could hear me not,I could sense that comfort was what he sought.I whispered then as loud as I could,"Remember forever, your daddy was good."The boy looked up and smiled with a tear in his eye.He said, "I'll never forget the day my daddy died."The boy got up and picked a poppy, blood red."I'll remember he was good each eleventh of November,"He put the poppy on a rock and said,"This is fo
DreamsThere's a place I heard of onceWith no judgment,No hate.I call it a child's mindThere, it's never too late.There's a star speckled skyflowers in bloombut no such thing as a lieno sense of doom.In a child's mindall time is erasedevil is gone, replacedwith innocence.A child's mind...Is where dreams take shape.