[Current mood: awake]
safe in your arms...
safe in your arms...
all else disappears
safe in your arms
tortured mind suddenly clears
and I can see for miles from this place
the wind is cool, you're warm against my face
our dreams connect propelled into the breeze
i could even stand to open up my eyes
my arms surround, but i have to let you go.
pulling away from my internal gaze
dreams are frightening until we sleep
yet I am drowning in your grace.
- - -
Who are you God...
sometimes i pick between voices, sometimes i convince myself they aren't my own.
so you will never rid me of this thorn.
"...God makes things out of things that look nothing like the things he wants to make...what does that mean, I have no idea"
maybe the problem is that I keep wanting to find out how to win.
is there a short-cut. or am i simply strapped in- holding on.
i'm up at 5am, and for some reason really enjoying it.
- - -
Dawn echoes whispering
lost inside the light
blood seeps through my lungs
and i am alive
out of the darkness
silently embrace the night
look out from the tower
fear inside my eyes
i hide myself from all that threatens to expose
the box of all my dreams is falling safely closed
yet someone whispers to me from inside my mind
the darkness and the shadows falling from behind
the fire starts again
and burns right through my chest
a pain unbearable
with darkness closing in
heat awakens me
have I begun to scream
burnt darkness falling off
not safe inside my dream
the well is opening and leaving me exposed
eyes open peering past all broken skin
she only sees something so beautiful
reach beyond the current, fight the storm within...
- - -
and then sometimes all you needed was the arms and the reassurance that everything is going to be alright...
then you discover that the person who you thought was infinitely optimistic, struggles with demons just as big as your own.
...clean my blood...
i can't go on like this. i can't resort to stay the same. i can't fight this any longer. I can't live behind the shame. i can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about you. Who are you. Who am I.
"I once thought it better, to regret... things that I have done, than haven't... Sometimes you've got to be wrong...learn the hard way...and sometimes you've got to be strong...
when you think it's too late" - Repentance (Dream Theater)
