Wistful thinking

Swallows whisper sweet nothings into the ears of those who's eyes are clouded by insanity
Tear stained pillows from shadowed nights of heartache and madness
Trying to capture your thoughts with a silver strung trap of harmony
Swiftly deserted as the birdsong dispels any signs of rescue or relief from sadness

I miss you, with every fibre of my being, with all my soul
So empty without you here, a shell left alone
Count down the minutes, the hours the days
Tired of nights of insomnia shelved here on my own

Strokes of oil paintings, swift and airbrushed into a solemn and broken mind
Beautiful images, visionary upon a desert ruled by a being so wonderful and so true
I stand in the background, locked in a dust riddled memory, stuck in the past
Missing everything about my loved one, the feelings, the words, I'm in love with you

Dancing to the rhythmic beat of the waterfalls
Singing with the devil on a beach shadowed with hate
Losing myself without your strength running in circles
Praying for an escape, to be in your arms, control my fate

Cracked master pieces buried under the sands and the rivers of time
Sleep ridden beauties hidden by black devilish natures atop a fiery mountain
Hidden within the darkness the monarchy of agony, overlords of shadow and pain
Living within an unsung melody, robbed of heartbreak drinking from the bloodied fountain

I miss you, and I realize now you mean more than I though
Before you meant everything, now you mean more
Crumbling like a cliff eroded by time and silence
Slipping into slumber, waiting for you to walk through the door