Epicurean42

Programmer 64


I cry-everyday
my broken heart will never heal
I cry-every night
I know you are there I can feel you
Still I cry
Lost cold alone
I hurt
your body exists, yet you are lost
anger
Why? WHY?
I am here I am here
and I cry
all the time
for you

Programmer 64


Enscripted, encoded, hidden from view
anything and everything, nothing too
running in circles treading water it seems
backwards up the hill, no ends to a means

unlisted, unable to make that call
uneasy, uneven, starting to fall
rolling, rocking going nowhere
thought it was here, must've been there

sing about nothing
telling not a thing
lost in the music
unable to sing

inline, online, into the black
information superhighway, never coming back
onetime never mind no need to know
sublime, feel fine time for us to go

Programmer 64





5AM I sit and stare in the corner at Mom's empty chair
Although right now she only sleeps, the thought it still cuts me deep
In the corner alone and dark, the storm that brews still leaves its mark
The journey long and filled with fear and I for one am glad you're here
I know in my heart and in my head, as you lie sleeping in your bed
One day you will no longer be, and the empty chair is all I'll see

It scares me fills me with such fear, the thought of you not being here
We were not so close when I was young, now so far and close we have come
In your head dark scared and lost, to bring you back I'd pay any cost
I awake today and I watch you sleep, and listen to you as you breath
For granted these things we often take, when they end our hearts all break
It rips my heart as these words flow, things I never thought I'd know

My life so changed, so rearranged
You so scared, with empty stare
My biggest fear your empty chair

As you awake I feel your pain, my tears they fall like salted rain
So alone you feel though you are not, unaware of all the things you have got
Thoughts so scattered no connection, random sorted recollection
The little things I have learned to embrace, the simple smile on your face
So often you call out in the night, in the darkness looking for the light
I try to comfort, and assure as I stand outside this shuttered door

These words I speak my heart I share
As I sit and fear the empty chair

Programmer 64


Endless scenarios they swirl, the pieces do not fit
Clouded by obscurities, they flutter through the mist
Lost without a cause or clue, restrained by ghosts of past
Imprisoned by the fears, they were by others set to last
Wandering alone it seems, time has slowed and slipped
Comfort and conclusion from the mind they have been ripped

Eyes so lost a light so dim, echoed screams of fright
The sands of time for you it seems,have turned day into night
Broken and bewildered at the hands of evil minds
The vengeance and the retributions so shall come with time
No way to ease the torment, no calm to the storm
Nowhere to hide and shelter from the cold, no place to warm

Into the darkness and unknown wandering, disturbed
Unsure and indecisive, cannot hear what you have heard
Eyes so dark and distant, reaching out for a hand
In a world so far from lucidity, unable to understand