#1
Hi everyone,
I posted here a while ago, and although many people viewed my piece, not a single person commented, which was kind of disheartening.
But i thought i'd post again, this is the longest thing i've ever written, and it's quite old. It started out as a night that was a low point in my life, and somehow evolved into something else. i hope you like, and please comment,
Mike


Fires Burning


Another night another day
And the real world's just cut away
As i walk slowly down the road
It swallows me, swallows me whole
There's fires burning all around me
Of all the things i used to see
The silence is so deafening
Like a psychic's stifled scream

A night so dark and quiet
Contrasts my internal riot
The frustration that's inside of me
Seeps over the mellow sea
And i wonder how we'd gone so wrong
And ask myself, if more, how long?
But for all it's grace the sea is silent
Leaving me alone, defiant

The sky's just there to keep us down
I knew it then, i know it know
My whole life feels like a dream
Of a madman trapped inside a machine
A buzzing noise, unfocused frame
Like the dark before the madness came
The world is silent, calm like the eye of the storm
I shut my eyes and wait for the dawn

Then the eye, it opens up to me
And now blackness is all i see
Infinity, through time and space
Ephemeral, eternal grace
Stepping through, i'm stepping through
Everything i thought i knew
I look down at the earth below
There's so much i now know

Crossing over as worlds divide
I feel the sun, the moon, the tide
The streets where echoes shout my name
of players in some ancient game
No rationale was ever found
We just go round and round and round
And in this centrifuge we spin
Waiting for our real life to begin

We think there's more beyond the plane
It's what drives us, keeps us sane
But the truth can comfort too somehow
That all there is, is here and know
Time burns holes beneath our skin
For we decay as life begins
If all we have is here and now
Try to make it shine somehow

Michael Rein
I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.
Executed by injection, Oklahoma.
~~ Thomas J. Grasso, d. March 20, 1995.


Lyrics/Poetry

Fires Burning
#2
Dude i think those lyrics are so awesome! Sounds sorta like a Bullet song or maybe trivium. Keep it up!
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#3
Thanks a lot man, glad you like it.
I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.
Executed by injection, Oklahoma.
~~ Thomas J. Grasso, d. March 20, 1995.


Lyrics/Poetry

Fires Burning