My Mind is broken, I feel Lost
The Cracks grow longer, wider
The Gold I've tried to pour in,
Permeates through, falls to the ground

And as I try to wipe away the Mess
It does not disappear, only a smear
I realize then, and only then
It wasn't Gold, and I'm just a Fool

My Mind is more brittle now,
Than the Pyrite I used
I wanted, more than anything
To feel a little less Broken

So, now here I lay
Trying to pray to a Deaf God
Praying to fix what I can not
Even Omnipotence has failed Me

Is this Life truly Mine?
Am I meant for such Despair?
Maybe it's something in the Air…
Or maybe the Blame is My Heir's

Take a drag, take a pill, settle down
This is not the End I had planned
Close My eyes, but not yet to Die
My Darling, this Life is just a Lie


© All Rights Reserved