Too Late

These hushed words,

whispered in the darkness,

dancing around the truth,

that is never to be spoken.

 

These shadowed eyes,

hiding from the deception,

sheding tears of anguish,

that are never to be seen.

 

Oh the twisted games we play,

changing our own fate,

white and black mesh into gray,

salvation comes too late.

 

These haunting melodies,

drifting on the breeze,

bringing back sour memories,

full of loathing and despire.

 

These distorted voices,

echo through the night,

filling the mind with fear,

making it hard to survive.

 

And still the twisted games we play,

changing our own fate,

white and black mesh into gray,

salvation once again comes too late.