Seed

By Kevin Robey June 25, 2014 There is no way out of this mess I've found myself in There are no ways to describe what's boiling deep inside I'm drowning in the empty words I've spoken Bleeding in front of strangers so they can watch me die Is there a salvation to save me from this dark fate? Am I on the road that proves to be the last way out? I'm drowning in these toxic words of self-hate Donating every last drop, so they can breathe again Strange as it may be, the darkness is my home The harsher truth of light may be the worst of all Adapted as I have, I love to be alone But I refuse to die in the basement of my fall Conflicted as I am the clarity breaks through The war has left those distant fields on which I used to bleed Outside the iron pen that is my mind, there lies a brighter view The war is on, but am I strong? It's time to plant the seed [Listening to "Seven" by Sunny Day Real Estate]