Daniel B. Silver



I’ve built this powerful frame and covered in protective runes and script
And despite all that it seems that karma still has me in its grip

There are so many ways I know to fight, kill, injure, maim
But none of it protects me from dejection’s grasping pain

Not Kevlar or golden star can such dolefulness arrest
No pill, no drink, no calming breaths can lift it from my breast

This darkness behind my eyes likes to spread its wings and soar
When love’s more vindictive side casts aside the door

And in some ruthless irony the fact remains to be true
The only thing that helps is embraces and words from you