The Ghost of Tom Joad
Every endless night
Every awakening day
Every misty light
Every memory's faith
I'll be waiting here
Until my blood runs dry
Until I gave up to my fears
Until I cannot see the sky
Every searcher of otherness
Every secret keeper
Will guard my own lovelessness
As if it was forever
Through every broken glass
Through lies on the sand
Through every human's eye
I'll leave my will of starting again
Through every windblown lake
Through revealing underlying harmony
Through a young heart at stake
I'll see my own passivity
Every opened dream
Every phantom horse
Every poisonous stream
Every betrayed trust
Will be dark version of myself
That tied my freedom to the ground
Through my own desillusionness
That didn't cure my wounds
If you're now lying in my bed
Or swimming in my head
It's that anymore nothing's sane
© Miss Zarashake
June 10th , 2000
For Guillaume Krin