My eyes already touch the dark lite hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner darkness, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
It's happened again.
You're sitting at home,
staring at your scars again
your breathing gets faster.
so afraid of being alone
darkness starts creeping in
and you go for that blade again
tearing your skin as the blood
splashes on the floor
waiting for more
you feel the relief
as you walk out the door
headed down the road that
you know won't bring happiness
just pain but the darkness
has consumed you
there is no way out
no one to turn to
you will be stuck in this rut
hoping and waiting for
someone to come along
and pull you out
but you know its a
one person battle
it is your lives walk
that you must face alone
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner darkness, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
It's happened again.
You're sitting at home,
staring at your scars again
your breathing gets faster.
so afraid of being alone
darkness starts creeping in
and you go for that blade again
tearing your skin as the blood
splashes on the floor
waiting for more
you feel the relief
as you walk out the door
headed down the road that
you know won't bring happiness
just pain but the darkness
has consumed you
there is no way out
no one to turn to
you will be stuck in this rut
hoping and waiting for
someone to come along
and pull you out
but you know its a
one person battle
it is your lives walk
that you must face alone
