The WatcherThe tick of a clock echoes down the hall, in the corner of the room a spider climbs the wall, outside the window there was a call, but no one was out there not at all, dreary thoughts enter, they grew big and tall, into a crazed state one will fall under the covers you will crawl, as creatures of torture start to brawl, screaming and scratching crying like a baby doll, you cower in the midst of it all, thoughts bouncing in your head like a rubber ball, you stutter, stammer and try to stall, Im the one coming to get you, and my name is not Paul, Im the one in the shadows watching yall.
The RiseA new sunrise is an old sunset, I remember the cold winter morning when we once met. A picture of your smiling eyes in my mind is kept. A new sunrise is an old sunset. Days have flown by and the night cries down on the sun, but I knew each day you would still come. You may not seem certain, but I will bet, a new sunrise is an old sunset. The morning air is soft and cool, amazing the way love plays me for a fool. Its warm and comforting, it binds me like a net, always remember, never forget, a new sunrise is an old sunset.-Jonathan