ONLY MY SHADOW KNOWS
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXCSnYhwiwg
SHADOW – AUSTIN MAHONE
TERRORS OF THE NIGHT
The darker edges of my mind
where thoughts may stray and fall
down deep, mysterious ledges
into the distant abyss that calls
I quell the queasy images created
that churn and turn on tenterhooks so tight
and pull at delicate infringements
invading dreams and bringing terrors of the night
I lay awake now in the solid darkness
so closed in, feeling that I touch the wall
my hand moves upwards to be sure; be certain
the vacuum has not imploded; not at all
as carefully as I dare I try relaxing
my eyelids close so silently it hurts
to think about the things that happened to me
the distant hurtful memories long past
why terrors of the night spring furtively
when cloak of darkness falls so heavily
and weights my breath and shoulders with it's anger
encompassing it creeps so steadfastly
the shadows that held fear to ransom free me
as they melt into the oil-black misery
they swallow all I haven't quite surrendered
they leave no room for any memories
Still I feel myself upon the ledges
frayed edges that can never carry me
they'll break away and forever they will take me
they'll make me carry my fragility
into the immortal fire; the realms of silence
where echoes muffled in contradictory nuances
rain down and dowse the licking flames
until the burning embers spark and fly,
but never quite cool to charcoal remnants
the rudiments of undeveloped promises
lay dormant still and quietly as the history
awaiting resurrection from it's dark and deepest self
all this and more can drown me if I let it
but morning comes around and lights the way
and the terrors of the night are seen receding
taking all the shadows from 'neath my eyes until the day
renews; replenishes; brings hope and ethereal sunlight
that filters through and dapples amber specks
within your eyes and as I turn to greet them
they settle me; bring tranquil thoughts and yet
the distance of the night is still found wanting
to claim a small part back before it goes
but if I blink and wait awhile; the inbetween time
those precious moments left before our toes
start wriggling and itching; ready for the morning
we stretch our limbs and yawn before we smile
we came through all the terrors of that dark night
and now we're free; can live our lives freestyle.
AP – Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'
ONLY MY SHADOW KNOWS
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXCSnYhwiwg
SHADOW – AUSTIN MAHONE
TERRORS OF THE NIGHT
The darker edges of my mind
where thoughts may stray and fall
down deep, mysterious ledges
into the distant abyss that calls
I quell the queasy images created
that churn and turn on tenterhooks so tight
and pull at delicate infringements
invading dreams and bringing terrors of the night
I lay awake now in the solid darkness
so closed in, feeling that I touch the wall
my hand moves upwards to be sure; be certain
the vacuum has not imploded; not at all
as carefully as I dare I try relaxing
my eyelids close so silently it hurts
to think about the things that happened to me
the distant hurtful memories long past
why terrors of the night spring furtively
when cloak of darkness falls so heavily
and weights my breath and shoulders with it's anger
encompassing it creeps so steadfastly
the shadows that held fear to ransom free me
as they melt into the oil-black misery
they swallow all I haven't quite surrendered
they leave no room for any memories
Still I feel myself upon the ledges
frayed edges that can never carry me
they'll break away and forever they will take me
they'll make me carry my fragility
into the immortal fire; the realms of silence
where echoes muffled in contradictory nuances
rain down and dowse the licking flames
until the burning embers spark and fly,
but never quite cool to charcoal remnants
the rudiments of undeveloped promises
lay dormant still and quietly as the history
awaiting resurrection from it's dark and deepest self
all this and more can drown me if I let it
but morning comes around and lights the way
and the terrors of the night are seen receding
taking all the shadows from 'neath my eyes until the day
renews; replenishes; brings hope and ethereal sunlight
that filters through and dapples amber specks
within your eyes and as I turn to greet them
they settle me; bring tranquil thoughts and yet
the distance of the night is still found wanting
to claim a small part back before it goes
but if I blink and wait awhile; the inbetween time
those precious moments left before our toes
start wriggling and itching; ready for the morning
we stretch our limbs and yawn before we smile
we came through all the terrors of that dark night
and now we're free; can live our lives freestyle.
AP – Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'