Fate has brought me to place unknown,
I follow wherever the wind has blown,
twirling about like a leaf in the air,
wandering so free, without a care.
Cornered by thoughts that torture me,
wondering how they could have come to be,
life's horrors, the pains, and the such,
driving me crazy, for it is too much
I reach the hill, up to the top,
at the peak is where I stop,
over the horizon for miles I see,
is everything the way it should be?
Paranoia consumes my thoughts,
dries up my spirit as if in a drought,
I scream to the sky, no one can hear
the pain, the suffering, the outburst of fear
Hopes, dreams, consumed within,
I watch as the bright light grows dim.
Myself and the darkness have both become one,
by the end of the day -- transformation done.
Lightning strikes, thunder roars.
Light can exist no more.
Children of the night come out to play.
Welcome, those who have gone astray.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Fate has brought me to place unknown,
I follow wherever the wind has blown,
twirling about like a leaf in the air,
wandering so free, without a care.
Cornered by thoughts that torture me,
wondering how they could have come to be,
life's horrors, the pains, and the such,
driving me crazy, for it is too much
I reach the hill, up to the top,
at the peak is where I stop,
over the horizon for miles I see,
is everything the way it should be?
Paranoia consumes my thoughts,
dries up my spirit as if in a drought,
I scream to the sky, no one can hear
the pain, the suffering, the outburst of fear
Hopes, dreams, consumed within,
I watch as the bright light grows dim.
Myself and the darkness have both become one,
by the end of the day -- transformation done.
Lightning strikes, thunder roars.
Light can exist no more.
Children of the night come out to play.
Welcome, those who have gone astray.