Dark Drama
Dark drama passes me by,
Like gray ghosts
Hanging on a whisper.
Wish they would
Pass you by too.
Want you to tell me why
You can’t let it go
And let what will be,
Just be.
There’s no hope in
Clinging onto open wounds.
No one else can see the rapture.
There’s a reason why
Everything was born to live
And die within this endless arc
Of vaguely voiced forevers.
Living in that other place,
Where no one can retrace
Goodbye.
So I’ll see you on the other side,
Where all things fall away,
Displaying all the lies
That ruled so many lives today.
And we’ll infuse as one living
On the faith that what we’ve done
Was simply dark drama
Passing by like wisps
Of smoke trailing
On the wind.
--William Martin
Dark drama passes me by,
Like gray ghosts
Hanging on a whisper.
Wish they would
Pass you by too.
Want you to tell me why
You can’t let it go
And let what will be,
Just be.
There’s no hope in
Clinging onto open wounds.
No one else can see the rapture.
There’s a reason why
Everything was born to live
And die within this endless arc
Of vaguely voiced forevers.
Living in that other place,
Where no one can retrace
Goodbye.
So I’ll see you on the other side,
Where all things fall away,
Displaying all the lies
That ruled so many lives today.
And we’ll infuse as one living
On the faith that what we’ve done
Was simply dark drama
Passing by like wisps
Of smoke trailing
On the wind.
--William Martin
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