Slumbering Masters
With slumbering masters
and water stained plaster
there's no where to wander to now
I'm locked in my cage
I've Succumbed to my rage
Much more than you would allow
There's no use in running
The fox is less cunning
than the tricks I keep tucked up my sleeve
It's much more complex
than the face I project
Where only the blind men can see
I wish this all mattered
the bloodstains in patterns
but I seem to be drifting away
Long winded letters
I'm gone for the better
And there's no change in the pain
I can almost see a future
and I was almost sure
A light at the end of the tunnel
I ran away from lights
Burning skin and burning eyes
The end is always final
Going back on what I know
I've hit a brand new low
There's nothing worth showing
taken for granted
seeds of hate planted
among a garden that's no longer growing
So whats in this for me?
I can no longer see
Why it's worth being alive
Where is this headed
my soul is imbedded
With scars left by minature knives.
