Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Single
The confusion drenches me in insanity.
Illusions of dying night sky
Become my only reality as I die
Slowly, fading into the fabric of time.
I allow myself a dream, as exlicit
As the wind blowing up my skirt.
Blushing, I overcast my smile.
Eyes becoming dark, waves of tears
Flow, drowning me in their salty taste.
My ocean of regret storms me,
Crashing into my person.
I'm shaky at best, overloaded by grief
And barely able to take time to breath.
Looking into the well of my depression,
I abandon the search for a pleasing
LIfe and stay firmly rooted to average.
There's no echo of hope here,
Only winces of pain running into
Worthless cretins of habit.
I search for enlightenment where
It doesn't exist and swear that
I deserve it, even though it eludes me.
Every single time.
12-16-09
Illusions of dying night sky
Become my only reality as I die
Slowly, fading into the fabric of time.
I allow myself a dream, as exlicit
As the wind blowing up my skirt.
Blushing, I overcast my smile.
Eyes becoming dark, waves of tears
Flow, drowning me in their salty taste.
My ocean of regret storms me,
Crashing into my person.
I'm shaky at best, overloaded by grief
And barely able to take time to breath.
Looking into the well of my depression,
I abandon the search for a pleasing
LIfe and stay firmly rooted to average.
There's no echo of hope here,
Only winces of pain running into
Worthless cretins of habit.
I search for enlightenment where
It doesn't exist and swear that
I deserve it, even though it eludes me.
Every single time.
12-16-09
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