What do you see when you look into the abyss?
Do you see it look back at you?
Or do you see the darkness that you claim to?
Do you hear their cries echo through your head?
Or are they no more than whispers left unheard?
Do the memories haunt you like they haunt me?
They always bring me "Diamonds and Rust"
But that's not very unusual I suppose.
The price one pays for such madness.
Tell me, how do you get by knowing the madness?
How does ignorance grant such gifts?
I suppose I am no more than that madman.
Screaming that unheard whisper.
Do you hear it and not pay attention?
Or do you walk on by
As if I were nothing more than a ghost in your sky?
