madmick19
Bluelight Crew
hiding in the shadows i realise
how wrong i was.
the path of hinderence and unassuming emotions, like a stab in the chest it makes me convulse with a deep sorrow.
in the years past, on the harrowed roads
i walked with my head in my hands.
not available to console my self
running...... always running
so pent up, so explosive, and yet contained so well, so invisibly........
the darkness has set in again.
but to understand the light ,
i must spend time in the dark recesses of the mind,
this path ive walked before
along this narrow road, keep on track
for the time soon approaches
the sound of the night frightens me,
the sreaming of silence deafens my ears
i feel like im falling
this day is not dark but the darkness approaches, i welcome it.
This days sunset is approaching ..
no more running its all about this moment
the hour nears
the shadow is aproaching i see it now,
closer, ever so closer
wearing a blood red robe and hood
i feel the hollowness inside me
now more than ever
closer.....my chest is hurting
'welcome my friend it is time' i try to respond but the shadow turns, i follow
as i walk with this dark stranger
i feel comfortable and hurtful
'who are you to deny the past
it has served you so well, made you who you are'
i cant talk, i think its time to listen the stranger continues..
'who are you to hide from the things which have made you, breaked you , no longer can you run, do you feel your heart being crushed, its from the denial of the past, you cannot embrace the present without comfonting the past'
we sit on a boulder, i look towards the sunset, we are in a desert with only this rock.
i see things approaching, it is my past, my present, i sit again and watch them approach
it is time to listen.......
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the consciouness of self is the greatest hinderance to the correct execution of any physical action... u dont exist therefore there are no boundaries or limits
how wrong i was.
the path of hinderence and unassuming emotions, like a stab in the chest it makes me convulse with a deep sorrow.
in the years past, on the harrowed roads
i walked with my head in my hands.
not available to console my self
running...... always running
so pent up, so explosive, and yet contained so well, so invisibly........
the darkness has set in again.
but to understand the light ,
i must spend time in the dark recesses of the mind,
this path ive walked before
along this narrow road, keep on track
for the time soon approaches
the sound of the night frightens me,
the sreaming of silence deafens my ears
i feel like im falling
this day is not dark but the darkness approaches, i welcome it.
This days sunset is approaching ..
no more running its all about this moment
the hour nears
the shadow is aproaching i see it now,
closer, ever so closer
wearing a blood red robe and hood
i feel the hollowness inside me
now more than ever
closer.....my chest is hurting
'welcome my friend it is time' i try to respond but the shadow turns, i follow
as i walk with this dark stranger
i feel comfortable and hurtful
'who are you to deny the past
it has served you so well, made you who you are'
i cant talk, i think its time to listen the stranger continues..
'who are you to hide from the things which have made you, breaked you , no longer can you run, do you feel your heart being crushed, its from the denial of the past, you cannot embrace the present without comfonting the past'
we sit on a boulder, i look towards the sunset, we are in a desert with only this rock.
i see things approaching, it is my past, my present, i sit again and watch them approach
it is time to listen.......
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the consciouness of self is the greatest hinderance to the correct execution of any physical action... u dont exist therefore there are no boundaries or limits
