Getting There

Delicate in his steps ethereal to the world around him Each breath silent followed by another pause Depressions his quest he battles, these mountains he climbs are full of caves within their hollow form Getting there he quietly speaks, repeating this again for the millionth time Hidden behind a wall unbreached he stays at war with his civilian cry Try to stay strong he thinks allowed to himself again Try to have strength to get through another day Each hour passes attempting to break the wall he's built Deliverering new senses to heighten all he feels No need to return to the first minute he strayed No need to begin over, no need to engage Craving what he left, does he need to submit and givin in to this feeling of the demon within The demons with him he feels him inside fighting with his spirit for triumph, over time the darkness crept in he kept his goal in his sight, became the sniper positioned to change the course of his life Espy them sights from a mile behind Decribe what you see close by when descried Never leaving this third eye blind so said what he saw in his mind when aligned with the vibe in gut with the words that he rhymed, entwined with his vision of death he espied Though didn't collide, no trigger was bribed, nothing expired or fired that night The night that was cold and unseen like black ice And the poetry he spoke was pure and alive