With our souls aching in strain,
and our hearts drastically drained.
I feel nothing but disillusion,
in my search for a conclusion.
If tears could stain,
I would look to the rain.
In hopes that you won’t see the pain,
that pulses through my veins.
As I untangle the chain,
wrapped inside my brain.
I hope you find a way,
to wash away your disdain.

Desolation and despair,
the scent of blood in the air.
These are things that I know well,
like the fires that burn in Hell.
In a world without vision,
we are destined for collision.
If I must shout then I’ll scream,
I’ll do whatever by any means.
Know that they’ll be frightened,
if we ever become enlightened.

I lay here as I wither away,
It turns out the world is pretty grey.
As time goes by I can’t help but wonder,
Is it true that lighting always follows thunder?

I heard my mind yell as loud as it could,
It shook up my head so I’m not feeling good.
As time goes by I can’t help but wonder...

I’ll apologize solemnly if you let me,
this pain in my chest really upsets me.
I continue to make emends,
in hopes you’ll forgive me.
At this rate we know you’ll outlive me,
a lot of my past memories feel like regrets.
I’m sorry,
this pain in my chest really upsets me.

Your words are Art.
Like the birds, are Art.
Home is with you.