Vagrant Legacy
Well-known member
Two more things I wrote:
Sleep while sleeping
Many a night I’ve seen you there
Near a beautiful lake, on a white stone coast
Sometimes while waking,
Sometimes in sleep
Tonight I’m on your scene as well,
No great emotions to be had,
No passions to be expected,
For tonight is but a dream,
And rest is all to be had.
Sleep
Sleep my dear, continue sleeping
And tell me of your days and nights
Watch stars pass by and sunsets drown,
And tell me of your days and nights.
Let the stars dance, and the moon shiver
And show me who you really are.
Confide in me, for just this once,
And show me your desire.
Sleep
Sleep, my dear, once again.
There’s no worry to be had,
‘t is all but a dream of you and me.
Sleep while sleeping,
And rest yourself in my arms
I’ll be there when you awaken,
From your dream within a dream.
Sleep while sleeping
None of it happened,
Yet I sure remember,
Now lay yourself down by my side again
Do not worry, for this is your haven.
I’m here only tonight.
Sleep while sleeping,
Hold my hands.
Play
I guess I should start by saying I care,
For all those near me, and those far away
For those called friends, and all things fair,
Even for those who hate me, or lead me astray
A strange tale this would most certainly be
Of how things that seem and appear,
Have never been there for me to see
And now have cost me oh so dear.
Ever trying to give some of me,
And all I ever wished for in return,
A smile, a nudge, some mention of ‘we’,
Or ‘us’, or let the pages turn,
And without any need for lighted glory
Show me that I exist in your story.
I see my own death in your eyes,
Just the role of a minor character, all I’ve ever got.
I’m through with these lies -
I’m already dead in your story, am I not?
I am very ill begotten,
A phantasm upon this earthly plane,
Not yet dead, and already quite forgotten
This curse of being will be my bane
So silently I seek my own demise,
Make way to that dark gaping hole
Oh fear not – there is no surprise,
This outcome shall not shake a single soul
If asking yourself if you showed your care,
Remind yourself: there were months, if not many a year
Yet never did I feel like anything else but air,
Never did you bother to be at my side right here
So here I’m sitting, writing myself out,
Changing what the story’s really about
Meanwhile the world goes on and on,
They’ll need three weeks to find out I’m gone.
Sleep while sleeping
Many a night I’ve seen you there
Near a beautiful lake, on a white stone coast
Sometimes while waking,
Sometimes in sleep
Tonight I’m on your scene as well,
No great emotions to be had,
No passions to be expected,
For tonight is but a dream,
And rest is all to be had.
Sleep
Sleep my dear, continue sleeping
And tell me of your days and nights
Watch stars pass by and sunsets drown,
And tell me of your days and nights.
Let the stars dance, and the moon shiver
And show me who you really are.
Confide in me, for just this once,
And show me your desire.
Sleep
Sleep, my dear, once again.
There’s no worry to be had,
‘t is all but a dream of you and me.
Sleep while sleeping,
And rest yourself in my arms
I’ll be there when you awaken,
From your dream within a dream.
Sleep while sleeping
None of it happened,
Yet I sure remember,
Now lay yourself down by my side again
Do not worry, for this is your haven.
I’m here only tonight.
Sleep while sleeping,
Hold my hands.
Play
I guess I should start by saying I care,
For all those near me, and those far away
For those called friends, and all things fair,
Even for those who hate me, or lead me astray
A strange tale this would most certainly be
Of how things that seem and appear,
Have never been there for me to see
And now have cost me oh so dear.
Ever trying to give some of me,
And all I ever wished for in return,
A smile, a nudge, some mention of ‘we’,
Or ‘us’, or let the pages turn,
And without any need for lighted glory
Show me that I exist in your story.
I see my own death in your eyes,
Just the role of a minor character, all I’ve ever got.
I’m through with these lies -
I’m already dead in your story, am I not?
I am very ill begotten,
A phantasm upon this earthly plane,
Not yet dead, and already quite forgotten
This curse of being will be my bane
So silently I seek my own demise,
Make way to that dark gaping hole
Oh fear not – there is no surprise,
This outcome shall not shake a single soul
If asking yourself if you showed your care,
Remind yourself: there were months, if not many a year
Yet never did I feel like anything else but air,
Never did you bother to be at my side right here
So here I’m sitting, writing myself out,
Changing what the story’s really about
Meanwhile the world goes on and on,
They’ll need three weeks to find out I’m gone.
