Where It Leads Viii
Who will come to my rescue? I want to be saved
lost, alone trapped in a maze amazed I gaze
into the distance and you; are standing there still
Who are you anyway, I've always wondered
my muse, my long lost lover, my personal god
my future self looking back at the pitiful creature I am
"..."
weak, trembling, sinking in the abyss
look, even the Sun I've created refuses to shine
no light, only darkness and suffocating warmth
offered by the flameless fire of corpses from my nightmares burning
silent screams echo in my head, the dead must be laughing
while twisting in their graves; save me
"..."
abandoned by own shadow, left here to rot
the pinnacle of existence drowned in disgust
as my words, unheard, begin to be eaten by rust
dying, dead, reincarnated as an embryo
developing into a fetus that holds salvation
aborted by the ignorance of other whom don't care
awareness giving in to confusion, the illusion
of who I want to be mocks who I am
a madman in a world of sanity; save me
"..."
eyes full of tears I look in the mirror
my reflection laughs, turns around and walks away
I cut my wrist vertically, blood refuses to flow
the Universe is mocking me
when all I want is to die, finally be free
the World doesn't want me; save me
"..."
Well, do you still want me, do you still take pleasure
in reading lines as I speed towards my end
Can you mend my broken wings, will you
Can you lend a helping hand as I stand
with my head hanging low, will you
Hey you, future me do you see your past self
are you even there...?
"..."
Stains, feelings that make you frown as I approach dawn
sleep is calling, I wish rain was falling, turning my dreams
into a painting // felt now as the Sun shines
and all those gloomy rhymes climb out of the abyss
carried by a kiss from the wind - slowly but surely
awakening to joy as the Sun seems to enjoy being far away
sending ray after ray making today a warm Spring day
Snow melting the obstacles that lay ahead
how foolish of me wishing I was dead
when all the horrible things only happen in my head
Some might view it broken, I know it's not, sometimes it needs
some oil on the gears so sadness won't rust and spoil the coils
which bounce the electricity of balance
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