Twisted Turmoil

March 25, 2010
I never know why, I just don't know why
This sadness envelopes me, smothering me
It appears out of sudden darkness
Out of sudden darkness with plight
Consuming my insides like a plague
Crushing me in its bind
Squeezing the essence of life from me
I cannot do anything
I cannot break a truce

"The god of death binds us with its secret sworn oaths"

Cornering my back against the wall
Disengage my memories
Rearrange my thoughts
Dissolution of my consciousness
Reconstitution of my broken soul
Broken in pieces
I have seen what I have become
Unimaginable hate controlled by nothing
Nothing but this twisted turmoil
Hope is feeble, none the less

Death is afar and beyond my reach
Salvation is only two steps away
But on a path not crossing mine
The time is not yet so I must save my life
Holding onto the idea humanity deemed "hope"
But still I cannot control what binds me
I have to abide to his call
Only living to do his bidding
All man is held by this dilemma
A man does what he wants
And a slave obeys
Thus there is no man
The black cloud gloom over me
I cannot do anything
I cannot break a truce

Cornering my back against the wall
Disengage my memories
Rearrange my thoughts
Dissolution of my consciousness
Reconstitution of my broken soul
Broken in pieces
I have seen what I have become
Unimaginable hate controlled by nothing
Nothing but this twisted turmoil
Hope is feeble, none the less





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