Tempting is a door that remains unlocked
A crack of light enticing you inside
For years now, I've sought to find what made me like this
The hollow shell of an loving being
Cracked and bitter, dripping blood from every pore
The light does not reflect from my skin
It's absorbed, consumed and destroyed
Much like everything in my path I care not for
But today, in a feeble way, I stumbled upon the door
The door to the past, forgotten and closed
But not locked
There was no key, no brace to shield me from the room inside
A pretty room with light and flowers
I saw a shape in the corner, hunched and rocking to itself in no particular rhythm
Peculiar it looked, but familiar
It was me, this shape
The face was pale and stained with tears
The shrine on which it worshiped was dripped with blood and tears
Odd, the feeling of this being, who is me yet so unfamiliar
Why do you cry, oh forlorn being?
With a flush of recognition a stream of images were brought into my mind
The feeling, the giving up of something trusted, something treasured
To take in the light, the spirit, the very essence of love
The sacrifice was nothing, the feelings were real
But a trade was needed, but what can be traded
A snip of your time
Time is free, it is nothing
Or so it seemed
The fire raged, burning down to embers only to be rekindled to a blaze
Oh it was good, the pleasure, the pain, it tasted sweet upon my lips
Like honey mixed with brandy, sweet yet intoxicating
Like a fever that reached it's peak it had to burn down, but it had so long
Watch the clock, time is ticking
The passage of time was swift yet slow, the days went by unnoticed
It was good, nothing seemed out of reach
Love was my friend and there was no water to quench the fire
The peaks and troughs were intense, they stung, the enraptured
It was odd to feel so much pain among something so good
But the pain was nothing and left before it even arrived
Stop
Where did it go?
It felt like the sky had fallen down, the clouds and all the blue has been sucked away
I am left here with my pain, the light of the room shining on my face
Until I realise that the room is made of glass
The light and the happiness is shining in so brightly
Why are you so unhappy, my dear friend? Can you not see that it's all around you?
I smiled at myself weeping in the corner, unable to understand why he was so unhappy
I shall reach for the wall and touch the light, it shall be perfect once more
The door was gone and all that was left was the room made of glass
Just the room of glass sitting in the light of the love, the dream of happiness
The room, the pain, why can't I reach the light?
The image of myself was weeping gently, looking at the outside
Don't you see, you fool? You're trapped in here, in your pain.
You can see the light but you can't reach it
An image of perfection, you can hold it, you can see it, you can even own it but you shall never reach it
It hit me like a stone, I was trapped, the room was mine but I could never reach that love again
The room was mine, the room of pain, hollowed out and glassy from the inside
I wondered if you could see us sitting here weeping softly
Don't be stupid, you'll never find yourself in this room again
What must it be like to claim back that feeling?
To go back there, or to even go forward and retake what was once mine?
A dream, I suppose. Time destroys, time conseals things in small rooms to be happened upon once in a while
It's futile to want it back
For you can see it, you can reach out for it, but it'll never be in your hands again
It's gone and forgotten
It's a shame life has to be so cruel
A crack of light enticing you inside
For years now, I've sought to find what made me like this
The hollow shell of an loving being
Cracked and bitter, dripping blood from every pore
The light does not reflect from my skin
It's absorbed, consumed and destroyed
Much like everything in my path I care not for
But today, in a feeble way, I stumbled upon the door
The door to the past, forgotten and closed
But not locked
There was no key, no brace to shield me from the room inside
A pretty room with light and flowers
I saw a shape in the corner, hunched and rocking to itself in no particular rhythm
Peculiar it looked, but familiar
It was me, this shape
The face was pale and stained with tears
The shrine on which it worshiped was dripped with blood and tears
Odd, the feeling of this being, who is me yet so unfamiliar
Why do you cry, oh forlorn being?
With a flush of recognition a stream of images were brought into my mind
The feeling, the giving up of something trusted, something treasured
To take in the light, the spirit, the very essence of love
The sacrifice was nothing, the feelings were real
But a trade was needed, but what can be traded
A snip of your time
Time is free, it is nothing
Or so it seemed
The fire raged, burning down to embers only to be rekindled to a blaze
Oh it was good, the pleasure, the pain, it tasted sweet upon my lips
Like honey mixed with brandy, sweet yet intoxicating
Like a fever that reached it's peak it had to burn down, but it had so long
Watch the clock, time is ticking
The passage of time was swift yet slow, the days went by unnoticed
It was good, nothing seemed out of reach
Love was my friend and there was no water to quench the fire
The peaks and troughs were intense, they stung, the enraptured
It was odd to feel so much pain among something so good
But the pain was nothing and left before it even arrived
Stop
Where did it go?
It felt like the sky had fallen down, the clouds and all the blue has been sucked away
I am left here with my pain, the light of the room shining on my face
Until I realise that the room is made of glass
The light and the happiness is shining in so brightly
Why are you so unhappy, my dear friend? Can you not see that it's all around you?
I smiled at myself weeping in the corner, unable to understand why he was so unhappy
I shall reach for the wall and touch the light, it shall be perfect once more
The door was gone and all that was left was the room made of glass
Just the room of glass sitting in the light of the love, the dream of happiness
The room, the pain, why can't I reach the light?
The image of myself was weeping gently, looking at the outside
Don't you see, you fool? You're trapped in here, in your pain.
You can see the light but you can't reach it
An image of perfection, you can hold it, you can see it, you can even own it but you shall never reach it
It hit me like a stone, I was trapped, the room was mine but I could never reach that love again
The room was mine, the room of pain, hollowed out and glassy from the inside
I wondered if you could see us sitting here weeping softly
Don't be stupid, you'll never find yourself in this room again
What must it be like to claim back that feeling?
To go back there, or to even go forward and retake what was once mine?
A dream, I suppose. Time destroys, time conseals things in small rooms to be happened upon once in a while
It's futile to want it back
For you can see it, you can reach out for it, but it'll never be in your hands again
It's gone and forgotten
It's a shame life has to be so cruel