But then the world turns on its head, and I fly amid celestial bodies still full of wonder after all the ache. Soft hymns waft about my dying vessel as memories fade into the nth dimension. Dreams of jade and turquoise project themselves onto the great black canvas of my soul; one more time for old time's sake.
Another chance squandered and crushed,
You see me, all filthy and scarred. You want to help, but you often do not know what to do. It weighs on you, it frustrates you and drives you mad. You cannot be ON all the time, you cannot be perfect all the time, but who can. You want to be tough for me, but even the strongest need their rest.
Bleak and moonless is the night,
Unbeknownst to the world I stand
There is a darkness falling above the horizon,
Snow topped mountain peaks jutting out of an otherwise smooth horizon. Jaded people staggering here and there with drooping faces, and glass eyes. I see myself among the masses, one of many who have come here to make their foretold pilgrimage. We march along the shorelines of questionable pasts, and false memories.