Whats lost in this system is tangled at your ankles. This is the forceful way to go, when you destroy the pattern and stand against the tide. We will take on any one of these circles, we will hold onto whatever light gets us through. Pressure fills with doubt and courage turns to a cowards way out, we dry on wet land. This route is filled with horrors, The Ghost creeps into our nervous system, all nightmares become angels in disguise, this is the light that's gets us through.
Why do you feel so numb? When all the strings fall into place.
Why do you wish for air? When the only air you breathe is enough to make you choke.
Beauty shines, but one window at a time. The mirrors in my eyes reflect the painful way for us to die. We crossed the lines, with our hands out, we wanted anything to give you everything. The horrors get deeper, deep into my veins and the blood begins to boil, boil with the flames. Desperate for salvation, this way the water comes, I follow my heart, but my heart sinks in sadness.
What good is one love? When love drowns in solitude.
What good is our souls? If we don't find a reason to die.
All this time the fight becomes tiring. Slowly I crawl on my hands and knees, I just wished for the future to be much more than this. But what good is our love, if our souls don't find a reason to live? I felt deaths presence over me, he reaches out his hand and lifts me up. "I am not here for you, although your company would be joyous. No, in fact I am here to clean up the evil you have slain." I looked up, and did not see the evil mess. But all of the angels in the sky carrying the bright light. The future was in death to save life, I felt the echo in my blood from the choir of poetic doves. Faith.
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