Where did this come from?

Where did this come from,
      Unknown tears and forgotten sorrows,
Where did this grow from,
      I feel like a lost shadow fleeing from the flames.

One more time I’ll teach you what’s important,
      One last time I’ll teach you what’s inside,
Echo my frozen words of wisdom,
      Ignore the dust that’s on the cover.

I whisper into your ear,
      Once again you ignore these lines,
Once more I’ll tell the world the truth,
      Once more I’ll be laughed off the stage of life.

Please tell me where did this come from,
      These tears that echo from hidden holes,
When did I fall from the sky,
      When did I learn to fly?

I will teach you as we walk alone,
      Through the flames of burning dreams,
I will explain the ways we die,
      Only to watch one more fall from the earth.

Tell me please, where did this come from,
      Where does the hidden tormentor sit,
Where did these tears come from,
      Where do these feelings stem from.

Hidden depression,
      Falsified laughter,
Friends with disbelief,
      Sit with me in the dark and learn a tale.

I’m not insane,
      I just know more then anyone should.

©Jonathon William Dell a.k.a. Jonathon Scarlet
‘The Black Hearted Poet.