Sometimes
                  siLence
                             is
                                thE
                      ­               key
                                         which
                                                  unlocks
 ­                                                             T­he
                                                                ­  gate
                                                          ­              keeping
                                           ­                                          one
                                                             ­                             from
                                                                ­                                 findinG
                                                     ­                                                        peace
                                                           ­                                                           and
  ­                                                                 ­                                                          a
                                                                ­                                                                s­O**undness
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                               of
                               ­                                                                 ­                                                         mind.

I came creeping in
cover of darkness
saw the light
heard the rock riff
saw your face
ensnared, barbed wire
visions of him
burned high in fire
screaming, falling, retching,
hands tracing memories in black sand
rope and anchors drag her down
sirens could not make a sound
loud enough to revive
the passion she knew in his eyes
for his strands are painted black
and what he was will not come back
and who's to say who is alone?
who's breaking, broken, hearts and bones
entangled in the satin blue
two souls alive who never knew
that fantasy and bliss decay
they die, they rot, they fall away.
So when cadavers surface in the wake
don't close your eyes, for you must take
one last gaze upon your prize
NOW OPEN UP YOUR GOD ****** EYES
and see what you get for jumping fences
barb wired victim of the trenches
beaten, bloodied, you're to blame
for playing silly lovers games
speak once again the long lost name
strike your match, please light the flame
purging the evidence of your past
slow motion moving far too fast
rock riffs playing in her head
the scene of crime has been fled
betrayed by lingering desire
visions of him burned high in fire.

Tonight, my friend, you enkindled me.
Because its so much better on paper, you said to me.
Because you proved to me that fidelity and love are not a myth.
Because you remembered something I said to you weeks ago.
Because you stayed around when it all fell apart, when I fell apart.
Because you heard me when all the world was deaf.

Tonight, my friend, you changed my mind.
I decided not to settle for solitude.
I decided that there are things I'll miss about this little town.
I decided to make myself a better person.
I decided to be the kind of friend a friend would like to have.
I decided not to give in to the often-prevailing darkness.

Tonight, my friend, you brought me joy.
Always you were my strength when I was weak.
Always will I be here for you to do the same.
Always you can count on me, rain or shine.
Always will you be a brother to me.
Always will I read Dickinson and think of you.

No sir,
I'm quite sorry,
but you don't, you can't, nor will you ever understand.

Please sir,
I don't want your advice,
its complete ******* to be blunt, and who are you to say what I need?

Stay sir,
Just listen to me, listen,
and let me know I'm audible, lie and tell me it matters to you (or anyone).

Really sir,
I'm doing entirely fine now,
please turn the tables on yourself so I can hear the same story again tonight.

Goodbye sir,
I must be on my way,
its fine that you won't flinch at my departure, what more should I expect from a friend?

It rained and rained and rained today
Skies yesterday were clear
For me it was a secret friend
Who camouflaged my tears