The Doors,
Riders on the Storm,
Two candles flickering,
In the darkness of my room a lay alone.
In the pitch blackness of my mind's heart and soul,
I still only see me and you,
other than the flicker,
All here that remains is cold & dead.
The music blares,
as loudly as love I thought we shared,
I thought you really cared,
Didn't you even care?
My eyes runneth' over,
Into the darkness... dazed... for months now,
alone forevermore...
I've stared.
The love I had for you boundless...
Its still an ember,
but fading... burning out,
I'm too fading away.
You don't even answer me much anymore...,
My friend once,
Again simply,
Betrayed.
What never truly started,
Certainly seemed to end.
Certainly seems to have met an end.
You... I'd still now forever love & defend.
Almost love shared,
We had in our grasp easily and perfect if so wanted,
Denied.
At life's table together we once dined,
"Girl, you gotta love your man",
I guess I'll never understand!,
Do you understand?,
My life on you depends.
That killer on the road,
Always chasing me,
My mind is the squirming toad,
All, just... Riders On the Storm.
Tea candles like love... both flicker out,
My heart hurts still months later,
This darkness envelopes me,
As my mind still that squirming toad.
All just riders on the storm,
Is to suffer just my norm?,
Riding out this lonely cold dark storm,
In darkness all alone... with only thoughts of closing Doors.
Life always just a storm,
Always is a storm,
Love evades me yet again,
My life as black & blue with scorn.
Killer on the road.
Love,
a killer on the road,
This storm on me bestowed.
A killer on the road.