I can see ninety-nine percent darkness from my one percent of light
Or am I blinded by my ignorance in seeing ninety-nine percent white?
I am being guided by beacons of hope
Distorting my thoughts as a means to cope
My intuition moves my body like a snake
Am I sleeping or am I awake?
Alive, dead or dying?
If I'm happy, then why am I crying?
What was black that is now broken?
A bottle of courage and a temper that is smoking
Burn me with that revolving headache
One more time at least, for this could be a mistake
Eyes of fire and torch of frost
Get away from this at all cost
Take away only to add more problems and quaint emotion
My body drops like an anchor in the depths of this ocean
Somehow, somewhere I run on a treadmill in this nightmare
The fabric of existence has developed an unwelcome tare
Where I travel next I must embark alone...
The face of the bringer of life will be clearly shown
I am sending out an S.O.S
For I am in a great deal of distress
I dare not trouble you in this affair
At first glance I am able to hear you stare
You may only read what is written tonight
The sun would blind you if it were not for the moon light
So where are you now and how deep are you breathing?
At this moment I am opening a closed door in hopes of leaving
I am in a place in which I have not been before
Only dreams can extinguish this tale of untamed lore
Instinct can bleed from ones ears when you are learning from seers
Reflection will bring tears when looking into two-way mirrors
I can see ninety-nine percent darkness from my one percent of light
Or am I blinded by my ignorance in seeing ninety-nine percent white?
I am being guided by beacons of hope
Distorting my thoughts as a means to cope
My intuition moves my body like a snake
Am I sleeping or am I awake?
Alive, dead or dying?
If I'm happy, then why am I crying?
I remember the last time I saw the sun set and rise
As I travel from this world to the next I dare not open my eyes
I want to go where I can be liberated from hate and sin
In life there is death, imminently; so I can't help but grin
I may have time to react, or maybe I'll be too late
This pending debate may offer a clean slate
One day...
I pray...
I will find my way out of this labyrinth in a passing Winter wonder
I've walked for so long; I must take a rest and make amends for this blunder
All my life I have been imprisoned and soon I will be a bird in flight
I'm taking a one way trip to a far a way place to make things right...
Unaware of the time at hand
Cautiousness sinking in sand
I am a simpleton that could write a phenomenal thesis
As I slowly turn away and smash this bottle into pieces...
One shard cuts me for each flawless stone thrown from my heart into obscurity
My shaking bones will rattle me all the way to Pearly Gates after you bury me
The voices in my head will not leave me alone
Recuperate and the spirits will at last be gone
Lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
I will be equally happy and sad when I am six feet deep
I can see ninety-nine percent darkness from my one percent of light
Or am I blinded by my ignorance in seeing ninety-nine percent white?
I am being guided by beacons of hope
Distorting my thoughts as a means to cope
My intuition moves my body like a snake
Am I sleeping or am I awake?
Alive, dead or dying?
If I'm happy, then why am I crying?
Cold showers keeps my blood from boiling in rage
I feel like a splinter in your side, or a rat in a cage
I'm carrying a burden that is unhealthy for the mind
Maybe I should relax and completely unwind
I guess I'm just hoping for a better day
I know that when I go, I will wish I did stay
Unsure whether or not I will be able to complete this task
I'm hiding shame, metaphorically wearing a mask
And unfortunately I am clouded by disgust
Strength of the unknown dilutes and I am unable to trust
I wander obliviously away from my past to a fresh start
When my heart stops beating, I will at last depart
My favorite part of life is: the anticipation
And the women; such a beautiful creation
Family and friends...
To all ends...
The cycle of rebirth
The diversity of Earth
Culture of all kinds
Different minds
The fact that everybody has a story to tell
Imaginations that create stories that sell
I'm in a dark place, I can't help but sigh...
I hope that I can bask in the Sun before I die
I can see ninety-nine percent darkness from my one percent of light
Or am I blinded by my ignorance in seeing ninety-nine percent white?
I am being guided by beacons of hope
Distorting my thoughts as a means to cope
My intuition moves my body like a snake
Am I sleeping or am I awake?
Alive, dead or dying?
If I'm happy, then why am I crying?
Does death have a feeling?
Is it like stealing?
Or are you free of emotion?
To understand this subject, you will need solid devotion
I feel alone alive, while dead and dying
Sometimes I feel like not even trying
So if your free, and you believe in Moses
Take time to smell the roses
So long, farewell, goodbye
I no longer fear the day I die
After all this thought, what have I learned?
That this is Hell, and Heaven must be earned
