The morning fog dissipates
As it rolls from my mouth
The skulls never say yes
They try to sabotage my path
Crashing trees inside of my head
Echoes bouncing off the walls
Voices drive me to trudge through the darkness
Particles of light reflecting in the fog
My only source of sight
The voice of El Valiente guides me
Would trusting be a good decision?
El Valiente leads my soul
Dancing to an unholy melody
The deceptive truth sparks a revelation
My heart’s on fire like a sparkler
Fueled by a truthful lie
When will I wake from this beautiful nightmare?
Do I even desire consciousness?
Do I love this, or do I fear?
Unable to articulate dread,
One sees no cause,
Assumes no end.
To avoid all manners of judgment,
This is my belief.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
The morning fog dissipates
As it rolls from my mouth
The skulls never say yes
They try to sabotage my path
Crashing trees inside of my head
Echoes bouncing off the walls
Voices drive me to trudge through the darkness
Particles of light reflecting in the fog
My only source of sight
The voice of El Valiente guides me
Would trusting be a good decision?
El Valiente leads my soul
Dancing to an unholy melody
The deceptive truth sparks a revelation
My heart’s on fire like a sparkler
Fueled by a truthful lie
When will I wake from this beautiful nightmare?
Do I even desire consciousness?
Do I love this, or do I fear?
Unable to articulate dread,
One sees no cause,
Assumes no end.
To avoid all manners of judgment,
This is my belief.
