Disembodied Voices

There’s no light in the forest I’ve found

As I grope around for a torn wedding gown

Life has made me feel like a clown

They say get up when you’re knocked down,

The illusions we see though before we die

It seems so many things are a lie

I can see those chemtrails in the sky

Why she left, why oh why,

The clock strikes in the witching hour

Just a taste of the bittersweet and sour

Upon your grave I placed this flower

Unlocking archeological evidence of the Eighth Tower,

The footprints left by love gone wrong

Just another melancholy song

Waiting for you I said, “Don’t be long.”

You were always a little too headstrong,

The dreams of youth that fade away

Defeated in a world of utter dismay

Nothing serious just wanted to play

How about another roll in the hay?

She came to me with a pure and fragile dream

On a cloudy day by a clear running stream

No ulterior motive no deceptive scheme

I couldn’t have known about the opiates in her bloodstream,

Spirits will straggle on

Like the mist that hovers above the lawn

Lovers will promise faithfulness and be gone

Like the disembodied voices of dawn.