Black..

In the distance a ribbon of black,

Stretched to the point of no come back….

Is that my soul, or is that my will,

Or is it my perception , i do not know still..

My stone heart, or my fallen dreams,

My broken memories, or so it seems?

Is someone else or I,to face it’s attack?

Their life ,or my past,judged,traced back?

In the distance that ribbon of black,

Stretched to the point of no come back….

Is it a mirror ,its it my saviour,

It’s so strange it see something this familiar…

Its piling up,its straining, can it tear…?

How should i find out its too near..

Its the remains of some thing i now lack,

That had burnt ,and has gone all black..

Its inside me , that ribbon of black,

And its stretched to the point of no came back…

Inside my head…

When you don’t believe in hearts, and your thoughts are all rotten,

when you have everything in your life,but ill gotten.

When you have no ideals no principles ,nothing you believe in any more,

And you’re all well fed and clothed, but inside you’re aching and sore.

 

When you’re hanging from a thread ,with fire blazing below,

And your hand gets all sweaty and you cant hold on any more.

And you see your self falling, and there is nothing you can do to stop it,

Cause its all in your head, and your head’s unable to block it.

 

People talk all around you, and you think they are just cries,

People speak you speak, but you know they are just lies.

 

Your child calls out for you, and you give him more money,

But he just wants your love, your poor little sonny…

You start telling him about the world, but you have nothing real to say.

Fairly tales and happy endings ? You’d start his circle of lies that day…

 

Then then you start wondering if your still living…

‘Cause even though you hear your heart ticking,

you feel no joy, no sorrow, no emotion kicking…

And your breast just becomes a grave, for a heart that’s long dead

All thats left for you to do is to lay down your head…