Dark Episode I Trudge
I have a cobble stone weighing down my heart
Into the dark alleys and abbsies of lethal despair
Where i am scared and afraid that
I will be lost in the jungles of fear
With nothing to retrace my footprints
To where my soul is familiar and steady
Where i can dance in the dusty rains
And in ghastly winds with my eyes wide shut
And where worry isn't my everyday neighbour
But all that are dreams that sweep my mind
like a mist on an overcast night that disappear by day break
only to return as the night falls
To torment me with ghostly haunts of hope
I keep sinking deep into a darkening hole of worry
Hanging on a thin rope of hope
That keep thinning as i slide
Right down into the depth of helplessness
Where my hands turn into shadows that have no grip
My legs into thin pudding that cant take a step
And my thoughts scattered like small clouds that cant gather rain
My faith fading away like the sound of a passing drone
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