Voyeur of Insanity (part 1)

End of Crazy days come swiftly
taking love they never look
brazened in a heart so faithful
scars and cracks the earth so shook

Even with the truth unfolding
In the eyes behold the sight
like passion's flower longing to pick it
but the hand is filled with fright

Blossoms die with time untended
the beauty left to fade away
along the path goes something missing
a world of color given to gray

the hope once held in store for winter
when bitter cold creeps into mind
climb the stairs to reach the cellar
only to reap such sour wine

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Voyeur of insanity (part 2)

a parting shot to render all
the touches felt like golden trees
block the view of joy i whisper
into ears so deaf i scream

as i fish for sandy circles
my anchor breaks the hold i had
once i drown in silver wishes
like wasted words the net is cast

i grow older with each teardrop
my heart is broken old man in days
fool am i to chase mirages
darkness takes the toll i pay

Watered down my thoughts of madness
by the poison of my innocence
i sympathize with snakes so hated
curse the nights i have dreamt

Scott Bledsoe October 1995
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