Darkness::Blind
I’m tired of living a broken lie
just to be a man that’s right.
My body aches and it burns my mind,
yet we still won’t quit the fight.
I can see the light push through
like some heaven’s glory bound,
shining through everything,
chaining me to the life I’ve found.
There’s nothing wrong and nothing’s right.
I’m not feeling anything at all.
My breath is lost and my chest is tight.
I can feel the closing in of the walls.
We smile through every day,
just waiting for the sun to fade
so we can be ourselves again
and lie in this bed we made.
Sometimes the darkness
is the only comfort you can count on.
The wise man will lay down in the nighttime.
The hero will push on while the wise men are gone.
I’m finding it hard to catch my breath.
I’m losing my will to sit back and bleed.
The sunlight burns my sins again
and I’m just grasping blindly
for a reason to believe.
I am scared to be alone.
Scared to see myself in the light
and face my sins I can’t atone.
There’s no way for me to make it right.
We use each other all the time
just so we have someone near.
Lie to ourselves and lie beside
the very one we fear.
Sometimes the nightmares
are the mind’s way of speaking its truth.
A wise man would try and solve this.
It takes a strong man to leave the ruse.
Will it be this way forever?
Two lonely fools on a lost endeavor,
pretending to feel what we never felt,
too scared to even see.
I don’t know why I wasted my time
wearing your love like a crown of thorns.
I don’t know why it took so long to decide
and not take this anymore.
We’re victims of our stubborn pride.
Neither one of us would walk away.
But while the wise man commits mental suicide,
I’ll be gone before the break of day.
It’s not a weakness to want to live
without the nightmares haunting me.
I need to disappear in the darkest shadows now
so we can both live in peace.
I’m finding it hard to catch my breath.
I’m finding the strength to leave.
Before the sunrise traps me here again,
I’ll walk blindly towards some relief.
I’ll let myself be crucified.
I’m losing my will to bleed.
The sunlight burns my sins again
and I’m just grasping blindly
for a reason to believe.