an angry look feels like anarchy
how come the opus isn't what it used to be

Valium isn't the choice we make
it's not how it's supposed to be

albeit dred isn't a feeling we come close to seeing

just the landslide of vagrant thinkers

only the hopeless have a real chance to take us

they've been down that road

the twists have no hold

they've given all they have but the ones who stand
will reward themselves

a strange feeling in the wind
a luxury of dismissal
only whispers are loud enough for the fallen

you think it's simple
you think it's good
but in the reality of things
it's the opposite

you struggle to make it
you struggle to breathe
life has ways of complicating

only the evervesant flood of continually smashing yourself against the floor can assure you of everlasting sleep

grinding the daily
till the wheels fall off
living it slowly
to feel the submerge
choking it out
till the breath runs low
these are the many factors
to the avalanche

you seem to feel the turning of the blade is just a dual sharp pain
but hold that life in your hands
and watch it fade away

only forgiveness is a stones throw away

you think that holding onto the pain is some badge of honor
some coup to stay
but nothing could be further from the truth, the light, the way

vengeance is forever
hault but a gruesome display
ok don't fall victim or anything but learn how to play
© silentOne