Never at Peace
Blind to this feeling
This insignificant sentiment
Tugs maddeningly at the corners of my mind
Just beyond my reach, just out of sight
I know this feeling
I see the specter form,
I feel the phantom pass through me
I can taste the hallow pureness that should be
But all things are beyond my grasp
Beyond reality
This immense pressure, crushing me
All directions, and no escape
Two roads to choose
One of cold, darkness, oblivion
One of warm light
The darkness all too near
The light unattainable
I stagger onward, upward
Following the bright warm light,
Shunning the cold, naturally
But as I dance between twilight and dawn
I become tired
The specter light seems farther off,
And the darkness comes too easily
Too real
So I walk on, but my pace slows
The darkness is catching up…
