Empty Eyes

Are they as empty as I feel?

Lifeless and cold,

endless tunnels of darkness?

Is there a spark of light,

anything to give reasons to fight?

Or has the pain took it's toll?

Can the life return,

or are they never to burn again,

Full of passion,

love and light?

Waves of deep blue,

fading to a dull gray,

why won't the light stay?

Are they as empty as I feel?

Or is time not even enough to heal,

to replace the fear,

warm the cold,

awaken the dead?

Are they as empty as I feel?

M. Scott 11/8/10

Playing Pretend

Things are not what they seem.

Pretending not to look at you,

while you pretend not to notice.

Pretending not to ache for you,

and you pretend it isn't there.

Pretending not to reach for you,

and you pretend you didn't see.

Pretending not to love you,

while you pretend not to care.

Pretending not to hear you,

and you pretend you didn't reach.

Pretending I don't want you,

when you're just inside my reach,

And you pretend the pain is gone,

and my name you did not speak.

Things are not what they seem,

And it's your name I pretend not to scream.

M. Scott 11/5/10

Pleasing the Pain

You sing as though I can't hear,

that the words don't sting,

Like my love never mattered,

that my broken heart doesn't exist.

Ignoring my pain,

for your own pleasure.

Tears stream down my face,

but you're in a different place.

Pain so raw,

I have to walk away.

Are you ok?

That you'll never ask.

I may as well wear a mask.

I need my friend,

but he won't see,

too busy ignoring me.

My suffering an inconvenience,

so no one cares.

Unless I am smiling,

no one is there.

I'm sorry for my pain,

It's always in the way.

M. Scott 10/25/10 9:40pm