Have I stopped to think about these moments in between. Concerned not with life, while existence stands at the edge of a knife. We eat the lies then drink and dance to the insect song.
I, I reflect the light. I'm that goddamn noose so warm and tight. And I'm buried in a gallery of failures. . Oh I'm the fluid in your veins. I'm the black star in your blood red sky.
Arise, arise and face the day head on. These shattered wings still trying to heal, heal. So I slip into another skin, erasing forward progression. And stumbling across these boundaries again.
So I travel on this road of emptiness another day. When I hold these dust cloud dreams an instant 'fore they're blown away. Could it be that all this life's for is suffering?.
I breathe the absence of life. In a part of every breath I take. Inhaling afterthoughts. Of ruin and regret. . So no hope remains. As I take another glass of pain.