Do you feel this force, It lives with in us. It lives in the dark.
Lights they blind me.
behold the weariness of my heart,
for forgiveness you could always pray.
Hope the sickness would go away.
Feel the beating until it fades.
Lights they blind me.
wishing that you would stay.
Leave this sorrow until another day.

Half way up mountain,
Flesh so weary from journey,
  .  .  .  Pillows in the sky.

A strong weariness
has taken over the worn out shell
that is my own
no amount of rest
can cure

As each day passes
more reasons will be made
to give into temptation
and revert to old habits
from simpler times

Though these thoughts will linger
they will be nothing more
than faint whispers through the night

If these days find ways
to go on
than I
must do the same