I cry tonight

I must cry tonight and be renewed tomorrow

Let the moon cover me under its shadow

And see the stars lose their light one by one

 

I must be freed tonight of the holding sorrow

Cleanse the palate of so much sweet bitterness

And shatter the dreams that once rocked me to sleep

 

Tomorrow when the world wakes up

I’ll be long gone

I’ll ride the first morning train to nevermore

And escape with the light rays of dawn

 

For it’s time to leave the innocent surrender

Of the stubborn heart and its ravaging commands

And be all mind for the murder of the unborn love

 

There were lost pleas in the dark

Contained in a single box

But Pandora would deny

All measurement of hope

 

And the tiredness of the bones of such a passive story

Crushed under the weight of so much dishonesty

I must cry tonight and forget tomorrow

For tomorrow never comes

 

I must cage the sadness in a solitary dungeon

Fight the hurt to let go that paralyzes my bones

And renders me a speck of distrust wishing that time stood still

To avoid the inevitable fall

 And yet I must learn to once more walk

Dust off the stones that cruelly freeze my toes

Stand brave before the broken glass road

Bleed the feelings out through mutilated pores

Purify the skin with the fire from above

When the morning comes

 

The first tear was a sign of this ill condition

The body that spasms in mad revolution

I must shame myself in front of the cracked illusion

Left alone to rot in a broken mirror

So that the scars are hidden from the masses

I must let my eyes meet their worst enemy

Let the fear consume them in opportunistic symbiosis

That will tear them off from their blindness

And leave them clear as water

 

I’ll carry the wounds with me

In eternal remembrance

Breathe in every dent of the sword

Hissing in fervent malice

Trapped in another’s soul

A promise to never threaten my villages or my houses

Over fragile sand castles

Wrapped in meaningless words

Anymore, something else

Ambiguous ambivalence

 

Let us play this game of nonsense patience

Like politicians in a garden party

Where the smiles are made to fit

 

I’ll be long gone tomorrow

In a flight to Neverland

The roots that never were

The dream that always was

 

But tonight, I cry…