Darkness.
A cold black refuge that dwells within this world
Is there anything more reassuring ?
Beauty, is like a summer sun
Bright, yet so unreachable
Warm, but so haughtinly suffocating
I wish I could be freed from it's light
I wish I could find a place with no eyes gazing at me
But then why, why am I still walking ?
I know that the road is neverending
A desert of sadness filled with countless thorns
Each step is scorching my skin
Each step comes with an unbearable pain
But an abomination called hope whisper in my ear
Making me walk endlessly
Even though I question myself
Even though I doubt this very existence of mine
I can only grind my teeths
And move in this lone agony
As far as those silly little feet of mine can go
Hope, this twisted troubadour
Dancing at the edge of my vision
Sharpening it's fangs with a sadistic grin
I can feel it's venomous nothingness plunge into my soul
And the pain is making me feel alive
Yes... hypocritical catharsis
Even a lie would satisfy me
A mere fantasy
May insanity sow it's seeds
So that the tower of my dreams
Arises from the ash of my tears
We truly are the dreamers of dreams
But not only the music makers
In our veins flows the ink of poets
And everyday we cut our wrists to let it loose
Art is a canvas of nightmares
A squirming chaos of our deepest, darkest, sickest parts
And this why art is so beautiful
This is why humanity
In it's weak and pathetic perversity
Can giggle with no concern
At her own imperfections
Therein lies the beauty of our madness
Ah... how I long for the moment
When the curtain will fall on my sanity
And let the darkness, cold and cruel but so inspiring
Embrace me forever