Take a life like mine, what is it worth? Sacrifice a year
of my time… chapter and verse. Draw a picture in the sand
with the end of my gun, color with my blood. Will it be
cold? Dark? Drowning in my own ignorance! The dreamland is
near. Innocent and unprepared, surround me with lies.
Feel the whirlpool? Fight against it! Calling voices hush
to a whisper, low on choices. Before the boat goes down
close your eyes and think of something good…. Walking down a
road, full of accusing faces. Words are there to squander.
See the moonlight… open your eyes! Your dreams are beyond
control. You tell me to talk it out! We’ll speak of what a
waste I am and how I messed up again. I need to find some
comfort in the messed up state of mind I’m in.
Pressure me to fit a shape till I break. You’ll just move
on. And I… I’ll walk alone. Pushed off the beaten path of
acceptance. I long for love of someone who misses your
presents. Where is that person who will hug you just to hug
your and hold you tight with caring arms? Where’s the one
who will run to tackle you when they haven’t seen you since
yesterday? They are gone. Enveloped by societies pressuring
grasp. My shield is breaking. Soon I will be one of you.
~Storm Chaser
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