I may find peace within the emptiness.
"Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers/brothers"
I have been lost, dazed and confused, for so long I've thought I could find something more by ripping myself to pieces, by numbing my senses, poisoning my mind, cultivating my ego...
Realizations of the new year tell me their is no time.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late to leave behind this place so negative, blind and cynical.
I have come to find that we are all one mind capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
I have had my soul, my weak self-indulgent pitiful soul die before my eyes. Many restless night driving and walking, up and down the waterfront have I spent dwelling on this, digging, seeking but never finding...
The light of the moon would relfect on the water and in my darkest moment, when I feel I have nothing but this light, this reflection the moon tells me a secret. The secret I was looking for, the secret I had given upon minuets before:
As full and bright as I am this light is not my own. A million light reflections pass over me.
Sadly, I forgot this, and was only reawakened by the spirit in our flame of new years, She is the same spirit as the moon, yet eternally different, and she did not leave, she simply transmutated into ash and smoke and will be reborn one day...
As I did to my soul.
I must crucify my ego.
I have been lost, dazed and confused, for so long I've thought I could find something more by ripping myself to pieces, by numbing my senses, poisoning my mind, cultivating my ego...
Realizations of the new year tell me their is no time.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late to leave behind this place so negative, blind and cynical.
I have come to find that we are all one mind capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
I have had my soul, my weak self-indulgent pitiful soul die before my eyes. Many restless night driving and walking, up and down the waterfront have I spent dwelling on this, digging, seeking but never finding...
The light of the moon would relfect on the water and in my darkest moment, when I feel I have nothing but this light, this reflection the moon tells me a secret. The secret I was looking for, the secret I had given upon minuets before:
As full and bright as I am this light is not my own. A million light reflections pass over me.
Sadly, I forgot this, and was only reawakened by the spirit in our flame of new years, She is the same spirit as the moon, yet eternally different, and she did not leave, she simply transmutated into ash and smoke and will be reborn one day...
As I did to my soul.
I must crucify my ego.