Expose me for all that I am.. The man behind the masquerade, I am my own false witness.. Fact resides solely in the depths of my mind... and will I ever really let it come to surface?.
Tragedy is all we have in common.. And at times we allow it to swallow us whole.. Drawing the marrow from our misfortunes. to ignite the fire that's inside..
I live with the awareness of my own seclusion. Existence fueled by separation. A war I will not win. Embracing only alienation. To suffer is to abandon the only home I've ever had.
The grave welcomes you with open arms.. Last light escapes, last breath remains.. Circling the body,. Brushing past the skin and bone,. It cradles you, your holy manger..
Everything ends, at least that's what we hope for.. Plagued by our past and we're doomed to repeat ourselves.. Afraid of the thoughts that dance in revolutions, and circle the mind like a snare: Binding me, I'm just trying to feel something..