crshnbrn200
Bluelighter
Allow it now to bend and break
my will, my consciousness
hopes and dreams.
I can no longer stand it here,
in this dark and wasted theme
of my life.
When it all stops spinning
it finally stills once again,
only to come to rest at the realization
am I really doing this again?
Following that footpath, well worn
and tiring.
Retracing the steps I have taken before
and led me to nowhere.
It must break, this illusion I harbor.
The irrational hope for something great,
my will to fight for it.
It's a futile mistake.
Allow it to bend now,
make it break and my will
my consciouness will follow
because,
quite frankly I don't know
how much more I can take.....
Of the silence,
of the solitude,
of the loneliness.....
Here, now, something must give way.
Before that something is me.
my will, my consciousness
hopes and dreams.
I can no longer stand it here,
in this dark and wasted theme
of my life.
When it all stops spinning
it finally stills once again,
only to come to rest at the realization
am I really doing this again?
Following that footpath, well worn
and tiring.
Retracing the steps I have taken before
and led me to nowhere.
It must break, this illusion I harbor.
The irrational hope for something great,
my will to fight for it.
It's a futile mistake.
Allow it to bend now,
make it break and my will
my consciouness will follow
because,
quite frankly I don't know
how much more I can take.....
Of the silence,
of the solitude,
of the loneliness.....
Here, now, something must give way.
Before that something is me.
