Writings on The Wall

The Writings On The Wall

I was a wall in another life
A thin, flimsy wall painted in white
And on that wall you wrote your name
Over and over and over again.
|Over time i was covered by your every feeling
|The wall whispered your voice to all who dared come near it
|For the wall was you since you were in me
|Every move of your pen brought me such a release.
|I was burned by your flames
|Scorched by your ardour
|No stroke of you brush was laboured in vain.
|I was consumed by your touch
|I reeked of your odour
|At each corner i spoke of your many desires.
|I was so possessed by your visions
|I didn't notice my pale walls slowly changing.
I was a wall in another life
Ugly--disfigured-vandalized by your knife
Each mark ran deep
Each stroke you engraved
To the world it was you name this wall displayed
Then you packed up your stuff my dear travelling artist
And left the wall exposed to the general public
But I was no masterpiece just plyboard left tarnished.
Floating on air ready to be discarded
|They've painted the wall one colour today
|All traces of you have been slowly erased
|But when the sun's in the sky and you twist your head just so
|You can still see the very deep bruises you've tried so hard to sow
|And each line you had written slowly begins to glow
|For I'm still that wall and you're the primary writer
|The writings may be gone
|But under it all they still speak of the master
|Because you can't see it does not make it dream
|If it did then I wouldn't feel your name underneath.
The paint is dry
I'm an artpiece no longer
I sit here waiting on a more skillful author
But I'll forever remember you
The damage remains
The memories of the summer when i was covered with your name.
I was a wall in another life
What's hidden in the dark still shows in the light.