Trapped and abandoned,
deafened by your own separation cry.
He caught you because he wants you
then why did he leave you here
in the grips of grim desperation?
Slow, agonizing slope you slide
to expiration, the forest
cleared out in fear, seems
you've been left to die alone
by the slow bleed of precious vitality,
with hope slowly draining and evaporating
beneath the burn of the radiant
and relentless noon-day sun
in the mired midst of this unexplored land,
this rich preservation,
as beyond the unseen but sensed horizon
his heart feuds with his mind,
the push and pull leaving him spinning,
lost to up and down, seeing from all sides,
no smiles without frowns
or pleasure void of torture.
Its onto the stage at emotional distance
or retreat into shadows, passionately connected;
there is no winning here, it seems
without losing,
and morbid comfort in the security
of the familiar always won
over the danger of the unknown,
the chance at true happiness
no, there's just no winning here
just embracing solace beneath the dim
light cast by a lost cause,
just embracing solace in the suggestion
that he's dying out there
in his own way as well.
deafened by your own separation cry.
He caught you because he wants you
then why did he leave you here
in the grips of grim desperation?
Slow, agonizing slope you slide
to expiration, the forest
cleared out in fear, seems
you've been left to die alone
by the slow bleed of precious vitality,
with hope slowly draining and evaporating
beneath the burn of the radiant
and relentless noon-day sun
in the mired midst of this unexplored land,
this rich preservation,
as beyond the unseen but sensed horizon
his heart feuds with his mind,
the push and pull leaving him spinning,
lost to up and down, seeing from all sides,
no smiles without frowns
or pleasure void of torture.
Its onto the stage at emotional distance
or retreat into shadows, passionately connected;
there is no winning here, it seems
without losing,
and morbid comfort in the security
of the familiar always won
over the danger of the unknown,
the chance at true happiness
no, there's just no winning here
just embracing solace beneath the dim
light cast by a lost cause,
just embracing solace in the suggestion
that he's dying out there
in his own way as well.
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