There I am
Pretending
Forever lost
Forever confused
I hear the words that you speak
And it all sounds good to me
But I am the critical one
The cynic
I want what you got
I am the envious one
I see the glow on your face
The twinkle in your eyes
It is working out for you
I am so glad
But I am enslaved to the darkness
No beauty where I go inside my head
It's hard to let go of the voices
Telling me to join the dark prism
Where rainbows turn into nothingness
But maybe there is beauty in the dark hole
In my soul. Just maybe even the song being
Sung ignites a power that is forever beautiful
Just maybe the black rose being laid by the altar
Will never wilt and die because in the darkness there is beauty.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
There I am
Pretending
Forever lost
Forever confused
I hear the words that you speak
And it all sounds good to me
But I am the critical one
The cynic
I want what you got
I am the envious one
I see the glow on your face
The twinkle in your eyes
It is working out for you
I am so glad
But I am enslaved to the darkness
No beauty where I go inside my head
It's hard to let go of the voices
Telling me to join the dark prism
Where rainbows turn into nothingness
But maybe there is beauty in the dark hole
In my soul. Just maybe even the song being
Sung ignites a power that is forever beautiful
Just maybe the black rose being laid by the altar
Will never wilt and die because in the darkness there is beauty.
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