Cliche

Cliche By Laura Dee Battle April 4, 2015 The winter tale of impending doom The fear that looms behind the moon Strongly displayed the pain that made me stay I never felt too brave until I died that day Relay the phase of focused light into the darkest times Make sense of every tear that drew your eyes to mine Don't justify the means I used in silver screens A shadow of the days when I was never seen I hate to be cliche, what can I really say? My story told a million times, a hundred thousand ways Fast forward painful days in every intro scene Just watch a melancholy movie if you know what I mean I thought the searing pain made me a special and unique I thought the silence made me wise; for days I wouldn't speak I want to find a reason why the brightest always seem to die But I could never shine inside those walls of mine I never really conquered; I rarely even came I was far too scared to change my given name I'm finding still the past is always here Tonight awaits to prey upon my every fear Redemption waits in echoes of the coming years Hope had always been the blade I used to hold so near Haunting like a ghost that lived a better life Looking to the sky to feel that loving knife Knowing that my destiny is just around the bend Still hoping for a better life my Angels would defend It all still seems so distant through these days of near defeat If I can just survive; I'll tell you where the echoes meet