Have you walked to the stilled river?
Where a simple question brings you nearer...
What will you find in the mirror?
Does regret have a searing brand?
Can the force of remorse break my stand?
Who would I become...
If I turned and ran?
The dark demons shed silence,
Crawling,
Pushing,
Fighting,
to knock me off balance.
To sink me if upon my reflection,
I find hateful silence.
I breathed in the air,
and there upon the still water,
Were bright flaring eyes, firmly aware,
Pity, sadness, the bleeding crying.
The notes to a symphony I could not bear.
When I walked to the stilled river,
Where the simple question brought me nearer...
I gazed in hate, I screamed and I shaked,
I broke and I named,
all the things about myself that I hate.
The demons cried, and cut like knives,
etching marks that I will never find.
The darkness surrounded,
the evil had found me,
Alone with the reflection that bound me.
In my defeat, upon my grim seat,
The melancholy of forever gifted,
An imposed nothing where I drifted,
And through my shattered pieces I sifted.
In a lifetime of inaction and feeble lies,
A simple truth began to arise,
The things that I fear are alike,
In the way that they all try,
to make me less, and show me more,
of a self that is less and less alive.
With this truth, staring upon your eyes,
the ghost of my reflection watching,
the shadows of the demons reaching,
the prodding past rearing,
I asked myself a different question.
Your eyes upon me without seeing me,
The feeling of your love teetering.
All my pain comes from inaction,
All of it from not asking.
I walked to the stilled river,
As the right question brought me nearer,
Tomorrow, who will I find in the mirror?
Today, I'll ask you to be there.