I open my eyes in the darkness
Images in my mind holding sway
Feeling the fears of half a million years
Unable to face the day
I close my eyes in the darkness
What does it matter anyway?
Shed or unshed, tears are still tears
And dead memories come out to play
And I wonder what I could have done . . .
I hear your lies in the darkness
Swearing you’ll always be true
As the dawn nears the haziness clears
I was always right to doubt you
My love dies in the darkness
Along with my dreams about you
After all these years I finally feel these fears
But I feel nothing, too
And I wish I could be different . . .
I really wish I knew how it felt
That feeling so many claim to feel
In place of this deep and cold numbness
A gaping wound which will not heal
I live my life in the darkness
And I will until the end
I’m not secretive I just got no alternative
No intention to offend
I’ll end my life in the darkness
Going out like I came in
Unknown, unknowable, the pain so unbearable
Like my whole life has been
And I just want it to be over . . .
By J Franklin Evans
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Dysphoria
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Devil That I Know
The Devil That I Know
You say you don't understand my rage
Well, there you go, it just goes to show
'cause it’s the same thing all over again
Same old show, do your damage and go
You never see from my perspective
I tried to explain why I feel this pain
It really doesn't take a detective
to understand where this is coming from
This is the devil that I know, a gift from you to me
This is the dance I have to dance, the show I have to see
I guess I should be grateful
You made it possible, irreversible
Because of you now I am knowledgeable
Honorable, accessible
How you made it clear that you hated my dreams
So pathetic, unsympathetic
I realize now that it was more than it seems
Your scorn was a cover for your fears
This is the devil that I know, a gift from you to me
This is the dance I have to dance, the show I have to see
This is the pain that I must feel, forever a part of me
It keeps me sane and sets me free
I used to think I was a monster because of you
I wondered what was wrong with me
I hated myself because you told me to
I finally discovered it's not me, the monster was you
This is the rage I'll always feel
Long as I live, I'll never forgive
You've taken all from me that you can steel
No longer submissive, no longer derisive
This is the devil that I know, the one that brought me here
the rage that blooms inside I think I've made that clear
You'll never really understand why I do what I do
But you introduced me to the devil and for that I thank you
words and music by J Franklin Evans
You say you don't understand my rage
Well, there you go, it just goes to show
'cause it’s the same thing all over again
Same old show, do your damage and go
You never see from my perspective
I tried to explain why I feel this pain
It really doesn't take a detective
to understand where this is coming from
This is the devil that I know, a gift from you to me
This is the dance I have to dance, the show I have to see
I guess I should be grateful
You made it possible, irreversible
Because of you now I am knowledgeable
Honorable, accessible
How you made it clear that you hated my dreams
So pathetic, unsympathetic
I realize now that it was more than it seems
Your scorn was a cover for your fears
This is the devil that I know, a gift from you to me
This is the dance I have to dance, the show I have to see
This is the pain that I must feel, forever a part of me
It keeps me sane and sets me free
I used to think I was a monster because of you
I wondered what was wrong with me
I hated myself because you told me to
I finally discovered it's not me, the monster was you
This is the rage I'll always feel
Long as I live, I'll never forgive
You've taken all from me that you can steel
No longer submissive, no longer derisive
This is the devil that I know, the one that brought me here
the rage that blooms inside I think I've made that clear
You'll never really understand why I do what I do
But you introduced me to the devil and for that I thank you
words and music by J Franklin Evans
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