this is a little something I wrote when I was 17..
Lost the Darkness Lost the Light
Lost everything at Sight.
It’s the notion, it’s the potion,
the sickness and the cure,
the pain combined with pleasure
in the thickness of the air..
Lost in darkness lost in Lust
Lost in Glory.
There there’s Light.
I ruined everything at sight.
Feed on illness of my heart
and the vengeance of the night.
When you feel it and you know it, what you have to do is go,
and you fight it and you kill it, yet the answer is still No.
The beginning and the end.
The thin line of sanity, misplaced.
We live in that illusion
cause it makes us all feel safe
well it’s a choice like any other
that you sometimes have to make.
A false sense of security, a blanket much outstretched.
The devil by your side is smiling,
because you are playing the game he invented.
You live inside the hell you have created.
Too tired to fight.
Too hurt to leave.
So you go on.
Living inside the heaven you created.
Commit the crime inside your soul,
unable to carry it out in the world.
Then rage rises up to choke.
At the boiling point of sadness,
where water turns to steam.
Lost for words, find yourself.