Looking over the horizon,
All I see is the darkness.
Seeing over the city,
I see people schemin' n' planning.
Getting up every morning,
I realize the surprise that life is
The pain that I go through,
To be a symbol of hope.
You tend to be a short-lived hero,
Or be one long enough to be the villain.
Darkness
Absorbs me;
What ever happened to justice?...
Darkness
(Just) Haunts me;
Leaves me (without a trace)
Until I fade away.
Realizing my very self doubts,
Going through all the murky thoughts;
Fighting the many conflicts,
In a complex mind of hate.
The pain that drives you to
Be a man's worst nightmare.
The constant fear in my mind
With the conscience constantly drivin'.
Be the Hero
or the Villain.
Keeping the cards close to my chest,
The more mysterious I become...
The pain I see though,
Sorely hanging from a rope:
Which you hold dearly,
So that you can climb upon...
I was always the short-lived Hero;
And now, I am the Villain.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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