Counterintuitive
Bluelighter
Chasing a dragon to feel my own mortality,
A predisposed failure - unknowingly.
So desperate to appease, these shadow's stalking me;
Yet, the faces of the well-known are frowning.
Onto this elusive path that I track night and day;
Into this vehement vortex - spiraling.
Spiraling my mental sanity 'til frayed
After these years of abuse and self-mutilating.
It is I that have lost my own way...
I who has been swept under the waves;
Beneath this ebbing undertow,
Deeper than I did ever mean to go.
And this blanket of blackness now covers me;
Emotions cut deep, but can not reach.
All the while, so desperate to appease
These shrouding shadow's stalking.
Ending #1
In this final breath I ask what it is that I have now?
Not one damn thing, but half-forgotten dreams.
Oh! This looming feeling of my own demise,
Discernment creeping over as I close my eyes.
Ending #2
In this final breath I ask what it is that I have now?
...Half-forgotten dreams and looming feelings;
A self-writ, paid-in-full demise
with a twist of discernment creeping over as I close my eyes.
Ending #3
So, what is it that I now have?
Not a damn thing, but half-forgotten dreams,
And gripping, looming feelings of a self-writ demise
and discernment creeping over as I close my eyes.
A predisposed failure - unknowingly.
So desperate to appease, these shadow's stalking me;
Yet, the faces of the well-known are frowning.
Onto this elusive path that I track night and day;
Into this vehement vortex - spiraling.
Spiraling my mental sanity 'til frayed
After these years of abuse and self-mutilating.
It is I that have lost my own way...
I who has been swept under the waves;
Beneath this ebbing undertow,
Deeper than I did ever mean to go.
And this blanket of blackness now covers me;
Emotions cut deep, but can not reach.
All the while, so desperate to appease
These shrouding shadow's stalking.
Ending #1
In this final breath I ask what it is that I have now?
Not one damn thing, but half-forgotten dreams.
Oh! This looming feeling of my own demise,
Discernment creeping over as I close my eyes.
Ending #2
In this final breath I ask what it is that I have now?
...Half-forgotten dreams and looming feelings;
A self-writ, paid-in-full demise
with a twist of discernment creeping over as I close my eyes.
Ending #3
So, what is it that I now have?
Not a damn thing, but half-forgotten dreams,
And gripping, looming feelings of a self-writ demise
and discernment creeping over as I close my eyes.
