Fade to black
(I used to practice my toe to this song and sometimes it would feel like I was flying... beauty is internal and inside you - an essence... like love - it is something that is felt - not seen)
....Read over the words until the end guitars....
The echoes of life are driving me insane
The memories are strangling me suffocating my brain
For my soul inside that they know and see
They just see the demons I ride
And in their content for my content in knowing how different situations can be...
It’s like being ship wrecked just floating - blending in with the drift wood to shore with the rising tide
as I pen the rage i penned up inside
With all rites stripped...
“Need the air to set me free”
And I never thought much about
And if life changed
Life was always a just a ticking clock for their puzzle to be arranged
I’m Still inside, like I’m still inside of me
And choosing to remain myself instead gets me punished by some twisted hierarchy
And I don’t even agree
Never the same - I’ll never be me again
But really then - I ask myself daily Who was and is really me?
Now... watching
every flake of snow that fell or change in the wind or season that transitioned so innocently
I never fear to hear the horseman’s side or why they ride
Like they’re trying to build some shell where emptiness dwell instead inside
Gods, gods every where
Only I don’t care about your wager or war
I just know it never counts until you are dead and that’s what preparation for the next to come for
Punish me? Never let me be free?
As they say Poor soul and just shake their head
Never asking themselves how many roses lie in their bed?
Tied with thorns for protection
But they can’t understand a Resurrection that ignites and it is when I started to fight
(Over the guitar chords)
It’s like swinging blind on the blackest night searching with out a lost light
And I never did really care much of what came from the rest
I’ll tell you enemy, you were always a friend to me - when it fades to black that means it’s not the end it just means here come the best and the rest to be
Perhaps like an intermission while the curtains are drawn
Like the blackest of night is right before the rising of dawn
And In all the honor I keep
I don’t need to know the ones without exception that fell too deep
I saw one more chance in his eyes when I came face to face with my reaper
Only I won’t design the walk of another sleeper like my keeper
Sometimes you never realize how cold you are until you are touched
And sometimes you can’t understand the heightened senses of a man when he’s crutched
This heart you can’t clutch
I was never one to down a man to make me feel one of as such
Sometimes it’s all up to you just more then you realize as much
Signed ~ the one out of touch ~