I tremble beneath my falling senses
all shapes turning grey
postpone every direction
my remains within fade
scaling common walls in unrest
minds flawed by expectations
the grasp of time for long gone
search the past for revelations
sunken eyes
moment still clear
forced to see
myself in need
mind in wait
for new ways to be
earge to flee
to the stars
in tiresome circles i've been lost
all tracing to the dead side here
in tiresome circles ive been lost
levels not profoudn my present still
my strive sunken down to levels low
all tracing to the dead side here
have to scale these common walls again
levels not profound by present still
another bleak line
a scratch into the wall
one day defined
welcoming my fall
swiftly strafing
still nimble as goals set my pace
turning bleak
my lacking will fades
Had to add this to my BC collection.
An underground classic.
As relevant as ever in our current situation, ten years after it's release.
Inner Reflexions