The Unbelievable
Falling down through these regrets of my past
My mind ponders whether this pain shall last
Dormant lies embedded within my heart awaken
As all continue to look forward to I, the forsaken.
Forbidden words hidden from sense or touch
Never meant to be known as such
A whisper, an unknown boundary shattered
Not that any of these boundaries ever mattered
Broken dreams, all of my hope seethes away
As this soul shutters at the thought of a new day
These broken bonds built to hold me into place
Continue to mock me as it depicts the dreams I can only chase
I’m falling to pieces as I close my eyes
Further along this road of life, I see where the past lies
Minded not the gentle conscientiousness of the hollow voices
Those, which forge their paths through their denial of choices
As they lift up upon dreams that they once held
But no longer, as there deity has been felled
And crushed upon the spikes of the strong
Who have heard the gentle hymn of another’s song
Those who do not travel down the pathway the ruin
Or feel the pouring rain of depression’s harkened monsoon
What remains of those who once wept tears for this pain
Have they too, grown powerful and fallen from the favor of the rain
Do they to foster frivolous fallacies for freedom from forgiveness?
Is it really so easy, to be forgiven from the sorrow of being loveless
Or are they slaves for live to this manmade curse of love
The same curse that has been afflicted upon me by the above
The very curse that holds me choking upon my own breath
And muttering words that would only be heard in death
What difference is there between those alive and those dead
All enter death’s second form when their eyes stare into their head
And all feel the pain of knowing those they love shan’t be theirs once more
Or know that sorrow will return, and life will never resume like before
As they have been torn from the favor of their personal sunlight
And been thrown asunder into the embrace of the endless night
But truly, who is closer to the one that watches over us all
The broken or the forgotten, which entity hears his call
Yet, at times it seems as if it is too much to believe
In that which has no shape that anything can conceive
Or is this all just a dream? Whilst we venture above the skies
Is it possible that we have found the truth to all these lies
And broken another boundary forbidden from touch or sound
Just like love, but would that not be a pain that we hope not have found?
My mind ponders whether this pain shall last
Dormant lies embedded within my heart awaken
As all continue to look forward to I, the forsaken.
Forbidden words hidden from sense or touch
Never meant to be known as such
A whisper, an unknown boundary shattered
Not that any of these boundaries ever mattered
Broken dreams, all of my hope seethes away
As this soul shutters at the thought of a new day
These broken bonds built to hold me into place
Continue to mock me as it depicts the dreams I can only chase
I’m falling to pieces as I close my eyes
Further along this road of life, I see where the past lies
Minded not the gentle conscientiousness of the hollow voices
Those, which forge their paths through their denial of choices
As they lift up upon dreams that they once held
But no longer, as there deity has been felled
And crushed upon the spikes of the strong
Who have heard the gentle hymn of another’s song
Those who do not travel down the pathway the ruin
Or feel the pouring rain of depression’s harkened monsoon
What remains of those who once wept tears for this pain
Have they too, grown powerful and fallen from the favor of the rain
Do they to foster frivolous fallacies for freedom from forgiveness?
Is it really so easy, to be forgiven from the sorrow of being loveless
Or are they slaves for live to this manmade curse of love
The same curse that has been afflicted upon me by the above
The very curse that holds me choking upon my own breath
And muttering words that would only be heard in death
What difference is there between those alive and those dead
All enter death’s second form when their eyes stare into their head
And all feel the pain of knowing those they love shan’t be theirs once more
Or know that sorrow will return, and life will never resume like before
As they have been torn from the favor of their personal sunlight
And been thrown asunder into the embrace of the endless night
But truly, who is closer to the one that watches over us all
The broken or the forgotten, which entity hears his call
Yet, at times it seems as if it is too much to believe
In that which has no shape that anything can conceive
Or is this all just a dream? Whilst we venture above the skies
Is it possible that we have found the truth to all these lies
And broken another boundary forbidden from touch or sound
Just like love, but would that not be a pain that we hope not have found?