(This was an old piece of work when I was writing lyrics for a band with a friend)
All motivation I have lost;
The very breath of effort
Of which I no longer know,
Was my dying gasp upon the world
The fog before me curls and curds,
As thick as the blood I drink
Within which is the mystery,
And through such I sustain my cindered life
The past is but an epigraph of all I knew,
For what I had attempted;
Is now survived by the consequences,
Of the desire I lost long ago
When the dreams I live are all that’s left
I’m left to wonder if they could be real,
But in this world,
The light of every soul seemingly burns black
Why then, do we exist to pursue
Vague distances,
In which the shore edges on some dank brink,
When all that is true lies far above?
Oh come now on silver wings
Do you save me from this world or myself?
For the Earthly cycle never changes,
And so aspirations forever falter
A breath before the end my friend,
Like the death of a soul in a blink-
Whose life is now recorded,
As I stand master of it all
So now time decays
To its murkiness of wasted past,
And again I disappear into some myth of life
Where the facts are never needed
