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Every step and stoneThe towers I've kept,never stood real tall.
And almost all of them have not been up for too long.
Out of curiousity,I dug down deep @ thier foundations.
And to my surprise I found all thier true strengths remain unseen far below the surface.
I'm surprised I've made it this far.Shadowed by despair for years.
A fleeting storm still in my sights.In it's wake,could leave you w/ nothing but fear.
Creatures of glass,stone,and steel can consume you long before dawn.
And you can only hope the means to escape in time will suddenly spawn.
The towers I keep,next to I stand tall.
I don't care if you can't see.From so high up on your pedestal.
Because every step and every stone's stained with my handprints of blood.
So I know I can endure,I KNOW I can endure the worst of floods.
As I'm bound to my friends,I'll always look to the stars.
I will never beg for mercy or be expecting hand-outs.
I've not given my all and in the absence of faith.
I'm left w/ what everybody else believes to be their fate.
DistanceI'm still waiting,for this to get easier.it must be in my head.Like If I could learn that one last thing,that'll set it in motion.
The rain could come and I'd feel no difference.Buried in right and wrong,much too long.
So much seems for nothing,is it all for nothing?
Trying to stay thoughtful and loving,while others consciencely destroy one another,
and it's been so hard to just listen to my heart.W/ all this misdirection and all our different conceptions,
of life and religion and freedom and duty.Driven to forget any sense of purity.
Cultured by our weapons to protect our fragile existence.Have you ever taken a look around at all of the distance?
Some times it's too much to take,but the price of breaking isn't worth what's at stake.
So much time has passed,and up until this point I didn't think I'd last this long,
Being...so far.....so far away.
I know that it could be worse.When in it,you've discovered it first.Suffocating in your frustrations,all ends,no meanings.
Complex faceted designDo you ever feel there's so much more waiting here for us?
The thought that this is all there is, feeds my apathy and in turn burns me up.
Cuz I hate feeling so alone.
There's a small window before the
Dust can settle where the
Leaves can change their colors
Before the winters coming.
Here we go again, sifting through the sands of time.
Finding there's nothing here, nor there to guide us now.
We're all alone and clustered. With what to show for but our means to one-up eachother, incompitence and countless wars.
So much for our kingdom of greatness. Spoken of like it'll never fade.
Hang your head down low.
The past plus the present leaves no place in the future to go.
Leaving no faith in mankind. Mine fades as fast as my pride.
This is not what our fore-fathers died for long ago.
Tipping scales and breaking off finger nails to overcome these walls.
I'll be forever wondering of what's taking place here.
Years before me and years after my last breath.
Breathe easy, the time inbetween.
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