Red eyes, sleepless days.

Its Technicolor in a black and white world.
Its putting time into a freezer,
To watch the seconds creep slower to nothing.
You can now sit back into the endless time
The warm misty infection sets upon your shoulders
Settling into your soul
And it warms you like a warm drop of honey
Leaving you radiating warmth in cool weather.
I see the sun broadcast happiness through your eyes
And it astounds me.
Is there any fabrication to my life?
Can I have passion that flows through you
Or am I stuck aimlessly walking the beaches?
The vagueness kills me, choking my thoughts in a cloud
I am perplexed with the depression bursting through my skin
I am restless,
So paint me red.
So you can say that you have read through my games.
The endless wonder of a simple mind.
Who will heal the pains inside of me?
I am behind in the pursuit of the world
I am sleepless
Do you know someone who feels the pain inside me?
Deprived of my nature
Broken in pieces on the cement ground.
So gather around the architect
And when the world fails to piece me back,
With a stick and some glue
We turn to the Lord who says
Come onto me,
And I will give you rest.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002