Silver Feathers

Silver Feathers

 

 

Silver feathers in iron birds

Like perfect singing in poor tunes

They glide in wrong directions

They drop in empty lagoons

 

They're singing silent with shallow words

Just minds which cease to look for joy

They pour a rain, a rain of feathers

Big silver feathers left to destroy

 

Unhappy words leave golden peaks

These birds are far off on their route

Like empty trains with no directions

Just waiting for someone who'll shoot

 

But they’ve no place here or there

They'll never find what they need

Now oxide covers their iron bodies

A tear falls, they've start to bleed

Fly

Pretending

Pretending

 

 

By late hours he sits and waits

Wrapped up in cold and sadness

Waiting for the church bell to sing at twelve

Waiting for pure darkness

 

Leaning against a wall, staring at his feet

Memories swimming in his head

Thinking of the things he kept to himself,

All of the tears he did not shed

 

Too weak to stand up and face the truth,

He keeps on living in a lie

Faking a new smile for each person passing near

Pretending he still wants to feel alive

 

And this is how he lives his life

This poor man with nothing left to give

Day after day seeing couples pass by

Sharing all the love he never received

 

All of his dreams seem to have fallen apart

His wishes, flown away

Each second steeling what's left of his hope

Every single colour, now seems to be grey

 

How he wishes time would pass quickly,

Spare him all the sadness and fears

He wishes life would be shorter

Just prays for his end to be near

 

Every day, just like the last one

Still lonely, sitting by this wall

Seeing couples, friends and families

And at night, waiting for the church bell's call

 

But he knows that one day,

He will write his own ending

He knows death will remember him someday

That day, when he's done with pretending

Orden

La Angostura Snow Sessions

A Shadow amongst Black Light

A Shadow amongst Black Light

Laying down my head,

 Hope is gone

Running down through endless corridors,

Sadness is all I own

 

Standing in my own company

My plead sounds low

Sinking every second,

Nobody there to hear my call

 

My world, one nightmare

And yours, a dream

No longer linked by any feeling

Love to be unseen

 

Reaching out for light,

Open doors shut close

You, my one way out,

 Now in this other world you’ve chose

 

Blinded to my presence,

Deaf to my every word

Crying for forgiveness

 Is no longer an escape

 

A white shadow is all there is left for me

A shadow glowing in the dark

Not to be seen, or heard, or spoken to

A shadow amongst black light

Van Gogh