Shadow-Light

Newsboys - Let It Go

you are waiting on a beach
for a healing word to come
maybe an apology in a bottle
maybe a flare that says, "I'm sorry."
and the hurting leaves you numb

will you forgive?
will you forget?
will you live what you know?
He left his rights
will you leave yours?
you don't understand it
let it go

you are waiting on a beach
this is where the east meets west
and as another sun sets on your anger
the darkness laughs, as the wound destroys
and it turns your prayers to noise

will you forgive?
will you forget?
will you live what you know?
He left his rights
will you leave yours?
you won't understand it
let it go

this bitterness you hide
it seeps into your soul
and it steals your joy
'til it's all you know
let it go

will you forgive?
will you forget?
will you live what you know?
He left his rights
will you leave yours?
you won't understand it
let it go

will you forgive?
will you forget?
will you live what you know?
beneath the cross
you hear His words,
"Father, forgive them,"
and you know
you can't understand it
let it go

Nina Gordon - Fade to black

And it feels like a movie
’Cause i’ve done something heavy
And now i’m all alone
And you know i like it
Well i wish i was older
I could hold my liquor
And then i’d blow your cover
Instead of my own
’Cause there’s nothing i can do
To prove that i still love you
And i think i hear my friends through the walls
I’m gonna fade to black
I think i’m gonna fade to black
And I swear to god i’d take it back
But it’s just no use what’s done is done
I can’t blame anyone but me
Everybody’s out there without me
They’re not even talking about me
Flying out of the city
And they don’t even miss me
But there’s nothing i can do
To prove that i still love you
And i think i hear my friends through the walls
I’m gonna fade to black
I think i’m gonna fade to black
And I swear to god i’d take it back
But it’s just no use what’s done is done
I can’t blame anyone but me
Four days in the haze
Of the biggest mistake i’ve ever made
And now i’ve got to get out of this place
’Cause everybody knows even the ones who don’t
Fade to black
I’m gonna fade to black
I’d take it back
But it’s just no use what’s done is done
I can’t blame anyone but me
But me
I’m gonna fade to black

Sarah McLachlan - Lost

By the shadows of the night I go
I move away from the crowded room
That sea of shallow faces masked with warm regret
They don't know how to feel
They don't know what is lost

Lost in the darkness of a land
Where all the hope that's offered is
Memories of being taken by the hand
And we are led into the sun
But I don't have a hold on what is real
Though we can only try
What is there to give or to believe

I want it all to go away
I want to be alone
Sympathy's wasted on my hollow shell
I feel there's nothing left to fight for
No reason for a cause
And I can't feel your voice
And I can't feel you near

Lost in the darkness of a land
Where all the hope that's offered is
Memories of being taken by the hand
And we are led into the sun
But I don't have a hold on what is real
Though we can only try
What is there to give or to believe

I wanted a change knowing all I could do was try
I was looking for someone

Recoil - Drifting

With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray

Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one
and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks
of the waste in my head
and you face me instead

I must be drifting somewhere

I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason
The burning is here, is only here to follow through

But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it
It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through

Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For words, like bullets they know when to come
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison.

I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason
It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth

Broken at 01:02 a.m.

A Nightmare From Sunday, July 7, 2002 :

I don't know what I want anymore, because I want too many things. I don't know what to say anymore, because there are no words for me. Who I was is dead and gone, and who I am will not live long. Who I will be, I cannot say. Break and abuse me, I'll do what you say. I'm yours today. Gone tomorrow, like the dust, but for the moment a willing slave, mostly eager...half afraid. I'd die to live, if I knew I'd change, and be who I was again.

I don't know what to say or do...but somehow I will find a way.

Broken at 12:30 a.m.

A Nightmare From Sunday, July 7, 2002 :
Parody

I am so high I can hear Heaven.
I am so high I can hear Heaven.
Oh, but Heaven don't hear me...
So you think a hero can save you?
Well I'm not gonna stand in his way.
But I'll break your wings, little eagle,
The second you start to fly away!
You always believed love would save you.
But how can that be? Look what it gave you:
A heart full of lying and crying.
And you still think a hero can save you,
Well I'm not gonna stand in his way.
But I'll break your wings, little eagle,
The second you start to fly away!
~A parody by Nightmare

Nightmare: BAH! What do you know of love, twit?

Dreamer: That it is more than a feeling. It is a choice. Feelings come and go. The choice I made forever.

Nightmare: And you chose to love more than one, and it's killing you. You're a fool, and you'll die a fool.

Dreamer: *nod* I'll die a fool for a worthy ideal. There are worse ways to die.

Nightmare: There are better ways to live.

Dreamer: I have seen the life without love. I have seen it in them. I see it in you. No...I will die with it, and happily be torn asunder. To die without it I may as well never have lived.

Nightmare: Try telling them that.

Dreamer: ...I love them with all my heart, whether they understand or not. If it will kill me, so be it.

Nightmare: Then go to your grave with my pity, fool.

Broken at 12:13 a.m.

A Nightmare From Friday, July 5, 2002 :

Maybe I'll be the things I dream,
And not the things I seem.
Maybe I'll get to change the world,
Before it changes me.
And maybe my life will always be,
Just as happy as it seems.

Maybe I'll learn to face the truth,
And like the truth I face.
Maybe I'll get to find myself,
Before I'm lost in space.
And maybe my love will always be,
Just as faithful as it seems.

Long ago tomorrow, in my dreams...

Broken at 09:14 a.m.

A Nightmare From Friday, July 5, 2002 :

My sphere is Guardian (Person of great Love and Altruism), and my class is Defender (Peaceful, yet Potent).

I am a Warden.

To be a Warden is to be the ultimate Guardian. Whether a physical Guardian or an essential Guardian, is up to you. You may be both. To be a physical Guardian is to be a living, breathing testament to the love you carry for a person, or people, whose lives you will always defend if you possibly can. To be an essential Guardian is to be a living, breathing testament to the security that your wards seek, and will look to you for your always kind, always nurturing support.

What kind of Warrior are you?

Broken at 08:37 a.m.

A Nightmare From Friday, July 5, 2002 :

Less than rest can come at night, and more than darkling dreams. Here, in the restless halls of slumber, where a man can't hide from himself, who is he? When phantoms reach out to test and tempt, where thoughts are unguarded and actions immediate, what does he become?

I know who I am...these phantoms have their way...

Broken at 07:38 a.m.

A Nightmare From Wednesday, July 3, 2002 :
The Nightmare-room

Been a lot of lyrics here lately, without any real posts. There are times music just speaks so much more eloquently that to waste words trying to repeat it seems pointless.

This has become my little nightmare-room. The place where I vent my mournful thoughts, pitiable feelings, and darkling desires. Readers beware: these nightmares are not for the faint of heart.

Broken at 08:22 a.m.

The Nightmare's Lair