Oct 15, 2006 21:07
A rush of color, incredible sound
But constant, so less like a rush
More like falling,
Falling far down
Forever alone, forever falling
forever drifting away from sanity
Never again, never feel natural
Never feel clean, always the madness
What will I do, where will I go
Who will I vw? Not me that's for sure
I am far lost, three-year-old me,
Am I here truly? If not, then where?
Why do I feel at home up in the mountains
Out in the redrock, but never at 'home'?
Perhaps they're my family, out in the redrock
Forever guiding, calling me home
Now I feel dead, a life without meaning
The sound of bells, church bells in my mind
I'm not here anymore. I mean, not really.
I was, I felt. I feel no more.
A rush of colors, incredible sound
But constant, so less like a rush
More like falling.
Always falling.
Still falling.
Forever down.