Antigone's perspective

She floated way above her world
and viewed it from afar.
She liked it far from company;
she much preferred the stars.

She wished to see the stars up close,
to hold the light in her hands,
to stay in the inky blackness
and make the stars her friends.

Her solitude was freedom from
a life of pain and despair;
up there the silence was deafening,
up there she floated without a care.

Her isolation gripped her,
clawed at her insecurities;
she was alone, deserted, detested,
building a life on futilities.

She's once known a life of happiness,
alas she had loved and lost,
so she left her life long ago
without considering the cost.

Now the memories simply fade away
though the pain never seems to numb.
So she blocks out life and past and thought
until sleep begins to come.

A Glorious Mistake

We wander aimlessly
through raging seas,
with doubt in our minds,
lost amongst the trees.
We steal away
to a quiet place;
try to disappear
without any trace

The presuppositions
which rule our lives
are forgotten here;
we've broken the ties.
We can live in this world,
Where we're all alone
and forget all about
what waits at home.

Just be ourselves
and be together
wishing this time
could last forever,
though we know it can't
and we'll have to return
before we've been taught
everything we should learn.

So we'll just make the most
of what we have now;
with a few stolen hours
we'll get by somehow.
And we'll look back and laugh
at those few stormy days,
because they meant so much
in so many ways.

The Ballad of Tristan Marley

She says calm down
As he sinks another drink
The light behind his eyes
Slowly fades away
He says it's okay
Controlled, composed
He tells her a story
Tells of his woes...

Drifting around
Since the day he left school
Drinks his life away
Tristan Marley the fool.
Jack of all trades,
And master of none
He keeps hold of the bottle
Til the liquid's all gone.

Not a care in the world
But his next cigarette
Can't tell with Tristan
Quite what to expect.
With a drink in one hand
And a smoke in the other
He finishes them off
Then looks for another.

He'll drink til his memories
Are faded and gone
Til all of his senses
Have died, one by one.
He picks up a girl
Company til morning
Drops her again
Without any warning.

He takes up his pen
And he writes a few lines
Of the sorrow he knows
From his brief stretch of time.
He's got no sense of pride
Lives his life through his lies
Tristain Marley won't change
Til the day that he dies.

Naivity

The morning after the night before:
your hair's a mess, your dress on the floor
and you can't get rid of the aftertaste;
the vodka, cigarettes, the look on his face.

The dream was a waste
of everyone's time.
And they knew all along...
She'd amount to nothing.

You looked him in the eye,
I guess you never figured...
You never really thought about
what that night had triggered

When he had you on your knees
And promised you the world
you didn't really get it;
all he wanted was the girl.

And do you think it was worth it?
To mess up your life,
To hurt all those people
for one drunken night?

So you can cry into your glass of wine
with delusions of grandeur and class,
but as you drag yourself back to the real world
you know you just border on trash.