Shadows lurk, expand, devour
more and more with each passing hour.
I won't speak or cry to you
but I'll smile and lie to you.
Forget I ever said a thing
as I let my consciense ring.
You'll look away and I will sigh
another day passing me by.
Forge a new life o'er this past
I don't think this dam will last.
Will I live to see a day
that the shame will falter and skitter away....
and the cliche rhymes in my head
will take their place with the dead.