A lone voice whispers

  

Now my life's great party's over and this Black Hole  

I now live within 

Ruled over by Father Sin  

Which just loves to breathe me out and in

Like the silver flutes once did 

When I used to walk by 

And watch the Marching Majorettes

One of the bands in Manhattan play 

As they twirled their shiny batons 

Oh, what I wouldn't give in this loud sound of silence

  

To quieten this pain that still hurts the most  

Even though I'm now just another lonely ghost

To revisit those moments and my cherished memories of you 

For they will always be my immortal home 

As I wait 

Sat here 

To atone

 

I used to pray that I'd wake up free from this asylum 

In the warm arms of my beloved 

But now lost Angel 

But no matter how hard the memories 

Or even how painful 

I'll keep it as a happy place

Filled with all her love and photographs 

So, I'll just wait here 

In a hidden place 

Found on no handwritten or drawn road maps 

 

Somewhere 

As I flutter my white flag of defeat  

In the cold and hot heat 

Of The Great In-Between 

 

Lingering by these bright lights 

Like I was walking on the Moon 

Kicking up broken white stones 

 

Singing sad songs for the hordes 

Standing in the creepy shadows 

Watching me crying like a wounded King 

 

Come Back   

Don't fear you won't fall 

They all chant as their Golden Bell rings 

 

The Crying Game needs feeding 

The eleven-inch nails need pulling out to stop the bleeding 

 

Stay with us 

The Nameless Things   

We who whisper and sing in the Dark 

All around you 

 

But all by myself 

I'll try to stay alive 

Somehow 

 

They can keep their Poison and Red Wine 

Their Civil Wars 

Where even gravity falls 

 

Either way 

Here is my lone call 

 

You'll always be my reason  

My every time  

No matter the seasons 

For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads 

My heavy head and weary heart 

 Always lead me 

Riding in paper boats

Back to you

 In this mad mad world 

Even though now everything has fallen apart 

Just like us two

A pair of Father Times many heartbroken sweethearts

Trying to find our way out of the dirt

To somewhere

Special 

Where time stops and nothing ever hurts 

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy