Written by Mark ‘Mitzey’ Grabban
So here I stand, trying to gather up the scarlet threads of life, to weave them into a pattern, to find my way through this sanguine labyrinth of passion, through which I was wondering, I tread so carefully, tip toe around my dreams, before they break like brittle weak winter leaves underneath my feet. Don’t you tread on my dreams. I ask questions and no one truly answers me, my dreams have become my reality, I feel safer here where the truth hides and lies cannot find me. There would be no captive, if there were no escape, there would be no love, if there were no pain. Placed in a dark world, only to find the light again. Hope calls my name, if it is not found, I’ll blame myself until there is no one else left to blame. Render me useless, expected to do this, all alone. To give my heart, my hands and my soul, only for you, only for you to turn and abuse them. Now my only solution is to gain a confession before I truly feel absolution. Time spent stagnant with eyes of fire, your pictures burn, as my lungs ache and my heart falls tired, your truths have expired, here lays the remains of a man who fell in love with a liar.