Post by TheRedAlchemist on Dec 3, 2008 2:28:56 GMT -5
It’s where I am,
But where am I?
Travel into the deep part of the forest
Where the grass grows blue and the leaves on the autumn trees turn pale white
You’ll find a mysterious woman crouched by a purple lake
Her golden white hair adorned with dull pink flowers and twigs
The wrinkles on her skin sagging into her fading eyes.
What she will tell you is something scary
Something you wish you never heard
But she tells you it’s where you will find me
And as she tells you she keeps on watching you, even as you leave
Just like a guardian angel in disguise as a demon, her eyes point north while you go south.
But what if she pointed the very wrong way?
What if I’m never found?
What if you get lost in this wilderness too?
What will they say then?
Nothing I think. Nothing. I’m floating in midair somewhere in this forest
I don’t know where I am
But the woman knows. The woman who sings me the lullabies and lulls me to sleep at night….
Somehow I think it’s her keeping me and I don’t know how. But I wonder
How long have I been dangling from this never ending vortex?
its like a tale without and end. The story just keeps living though I feel as if I’ve died.
Im tied by no boundaries and nothing a mortal can ever see or touch.
No mortal but the woman knows how I’m tied here.
Maybe it’s a dream, maybe its not. I fear her, yet I don’t. I don’t know her, but yet I do.
But now I can feel the binding getting tighter around my chest each day. It’s hard for me to breathe.
Creatures of the night seem to fear me here, though I fear them myself.
It’s black in this forest. I can’t see beyond the trees.
Alls I can see is the woman’s face, always smiling at me near the purple lake.
She always seems to be occupied there.
But…..yes….now I know
Of course…..
There is….
That purple lake.
But where am I?
Travel into the deep part of the forest
Where the grass grows blue and the leaves on the autumn trees turn pale white
You’ll find a mysterious woman crouched by a purple lake
Her golden white hair adorned with dull pink flowers and twigs
The wrinkles on her skin sagging into her fading eyes.
What she will tell you is something scary
Something you wish you never heard
But she tells you it’s where you will find me
And as she tells you she keeps on watching you, even as you leave
Just like a guardian angel in disguise as a demon, her eyes point north while you go south.
But what if she pointed the very wrong way?
What if I’m never found?
What if you get lost in this wilderness too?
What will they say then?
Nothing I think. Nothing. I’m floating in midair somewhere in this forest
I don’t know where I am
But the woman knows. The woman who sings me the lullabies and lulls me to sleep at night….
Somehow I think it’s her keeping me and I don’t know how. But I wonder
How long have I been dangling from this never ending vortex?
its like a tale without and end. The story just keeps living though I feel as if I’ve died.
Im tied by no boundaries and nothing a mortal can ever see or touch.
No mortal but the woman knows how I’m tied here.
Maybe it’s a dream, maybe its not. I fear her, yet I don’t. I don’t know her, but yet I do.
But now I can feel the binding getting tighter around my chest each day. It’s hard for me to breathe.
Creatures of the night seem to fear me here, though I fear them myself.
It’s black in this forest. I can’t see beyond the trees.
Alls I can see is the woman’s face, always smiling at me near the purple lake.
She always seems to be occupied there.
But…..yes….now I know
Of course…..
There is….
That purple lake.