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Poems From a Broken Heart
Young love can be exhilarating, but it can also be earth-shattering. Emotions of the heart are incredibly powerful artistic motivators. After an exceptionally difficult break up many years ago (when I was too young to know that I was too young for a serious relationship), I crawled to my pen and paper and jotted these poems/lyrics down.
Shattered Illusions 1990©SebastianChase
Shattered illusions,
Dreams go so fast,
Sleeps tender mercies,
Vanish in the past,
Sanity eludes,
Visions twist through,
Thoughts intrude,
Thoughts of you.
Don't mean to hurt,
Don't mean to cry,
I didn't want,
To say good bye.
Tremors shake me so,
Weakness reeks,
Clutters my soul,
The words we speak,
They run me cold,
They run so deep,
Dreams go so fast,
Vanish in the past.
Don't mean to hurt,
Don't mean to cry,
I didn't want,
To say goodbye.
My Soul 1990©SebastianChase
Fragile and frail, so lonely and pale.
Lost and alone, feeling it failed.
It's so bitter and full of rage,
Like all its life locked in a cage.
Maybe it's all in my head.
If only I was dead.
And this is my soul,
Quickly growing old,
Suddenly so very cold,
This is my soul.
Weak in its will, can't get its fill,
And it will love you 'til,
It doesn't get what it wants.
Feels its heart taunted,
by God or Satan or whomever.
Never seeing any other endeavor.
And that is my soul,
Quickly growing old,
Suddenly so very cold,
That is my soul.
Lost and confused, like it'd been used.
Torn and tattered and totally abused.
Searching and seeking some sort of meaning,
But finding love constantly retreating.
It's fragile and frail, lonely and pale.
Lost and alone, feeling it failed.
And this is my soul,
Quickly growing old,
Suddenly so very cold,
This is my soul.
Demon's Dream 1990©SebastianChase
In the coldest nights without you here,
I toss and turn and lie in fear,
of no forgiveness for hurting you,
I've done what I've done,
Now I know what I do.
And you can hear me at night scream,
Shattered and torn in my demon's dream.
An angel of death sits and laughs at me,
'Cause with what I've done he holds the key,
To freedom or Hell, it all lies with you,
I need your love and forgiveness too.
And you can hear me at night scream,
Shattered and torn in my demon's dream.
Haunted by the love that she brought,
God have mercy and tell me what have I wrought,
Upon my mind and within my heart now cold,
To Satan I feel as if I've sold my soul.
And you can hear me at night scream,
Shattered and torn in my demon's dream.
Lost 1990©SebastianChase
Prelude: Lost somewhere, between here and nowhere. It's so near...is it there? Does it care?
I found a little boy in my soul last night.
Little man always trying to be so right.
And I found an Angel in my heart asleep,
So I woke him up to help me hate and weep.
But he just looked at me and smiled so divine,
Said, "Man, why don't you rid yourself of this bind?"
I shut my eyes and ears to his word.
He told me something that I've already heard,
And it was nothing that I wanted to hear.
I prefer living in Hell and in my fear.
Now I found a boy crying in me last night,
And I said, "What's wrong...is something not right?"
He looked at me with sadness; crying inside.
Deep within me I knew that something had died.
I raised that Angel again for assistance.
He said, "Son, why don't you stop this resistance?
Pull out from within what brought you existence,
And let love be your total subsistence."
Bowed my head in shame; released my misery.
I saw my soul and what is truly in me.
Shattered Illusions 1990©SebastianChase
Shattered illusions,
Dreams go so fast,
Sleeps tender mercies,
Vanish in the past,
Sanity eludes,
Visions twist through,
Thoughts intrude,
Thoughts of you.
Don't mean to hurt,
Don't mean to cry,
I didn't want,
To say good bye.
Tremors shake me so,
Weakness reeks,
Clutters my soul,
The words we speak,
They run me cold,
They run so deep,
Dreams go so fast,
Vanish in the past.
Don't mean to hurt,
Don't mean to cry,
I didn't want,
To say goodbye.
My Soul 1990©SebastianChase
Fragile and frail, so lonely and pale.
Lost and alone, feeling it failed.
It's so bitter and full of rage,
Like all its life locked in a cage.
Maybe it's all in my head.
If only I was dead.
And this is my soul,
Quickly growing old,
Suddenly so very cold,
This is my soul.
Weak in its will, can't get its fill,
And it will love you 'til,
It doesn't get what it wants.
Feels its heart taunted,
by God or Satan or whomever.
Never seeing any other endeavor.
And that is my soul,
Quickly growing old,
Suddenly so very cold,
That is my soul.
Lost and confused, like it'd been used.
Torn and tattered and totally abused.
Searching and seeking some sort of meaning,
But finding love constantly retreating.
It's fragile and frail, lonely and pale.
Lost and alone, feeling it failed.
And this is my soul,
Quickly growing old,
Suddenly so very cold,
This is my soul.
Demon's Dream 1990©SebastianChase
In the coldest nights without you here,
I toss and turn and lie in fear,
of no forgiveness for hurting you,
I've done what I've done,
Now I know what I do.
And you can hear me at night scream,
Shattered and torn in my demon's dream.
An angel of death sits and laughs at me,
'Cause with what I've done he holds the key,
To freedom or Hell, it all lies with you,
I need your love and forgiveness too.
And you can hear me at night scream,
Shattered and torn in my demon's dream.
Haunted by the love that she brought,
God have mercy and tell me what have I wrought,
Upon my mind and within my heart now cold,
To Satan I feel as if I've sold my soul.
And you can hear me at night scream,
Shattered and torn in my demon's dream.
Lost 1990©SebastianChase
Prelude: Lost somewhere, between here and nowhere. It's so near...is it there? Does it care?
I found a little boy in my soul last night.
Little man always trying to be so right.
And I found an Angel in my heart asleep,
So I woke him up to help me hate and weep.
But he just looked at me and smiled so divine,
Said, "Man, why don't you rid yourself of this bind?"
I shut my eyes and ears to his word.
He told me something that I've already heard,
And it was nothing that I wanted to hear.
I prefer living in Hell and in my fear.
Now I found a boy crying in me last night,
And I said, "What's wrong...is something not right?"
He looked at me with sadness; crying inside.
Deep within me I knew that something had died.
I raised that Angel again for assistance.
He said, "Son, why don't you stop this resistance?
Pull out from within what brought you existence,
And let love be your total subsistence."
Bowed my head in shame; released my misery.
I saw my soul and what is truly in me.
