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
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