Telegram From Eris

When The Silence Speaks a Little Too Loud You gaze upon your blackened Moon Wishing upon fading stars ~~~ He burnt down timeless bridges For their times were done and through Daily he'd reach out to obsolete frames of a body One that used to be there, almost always Could his echoes resonate into the lands beyond her Echoes of cries of losers and wishers Once, he could boast of all the Magic of Life Now each Sunrise is a caption of a memory fading He lit a fire, and played 'round it for its jolly He ended up with a blackened heart and a charred dream T'was as of Coldplay's loss of something you couldn't replace Love gone to waste "Come back to stand tall - to stand straight Boast of the heroics of your letting go - and its redemption But in the face of the mirror and in solitude Pull off the mask and sink back into your sands of regrets" "Stars came out again each night And it was easy to pick out any But it was only until He found a favorite That one cloudy evening made a difference too many" The Sun stayed on for too long Now The Night is not coming anymore The Night is gone ~~~ Chibéle