| Seeing in the darkness
A taste of the sea the smell of the wind I'm being taken to a place where life should begin I cry hard and heavy for the sake of my life And it�s like an artist�s painting of pain and strife Listen closely calls death to thee Losing a time of morning, grieving I am free Tick tock goes the clock and I am going mad My existence is in which I can�t feel anything but sad. The beating of my heart is swift like a drum And sometimes in my deepest dreams to me you will come Kissing me gently telling me that everything will be okay Softly telling me you are sorry for hurting me that day I can�t seem to awaken to get away from the trace You catch my eyes, my soul, and my downward passing glance Awake Dear soul it is not real How will this help me to heal? And yet I still am alone and my secrets are never shared Some how through heartache I know, you never cared I taste of the wind and I smell the sea Slowly I wonder what has become of me I gave you everything, my life my soul And all you left was a dark black hole I knew you needed a way out to free your self from me But they way you hurt me and abused me didn�t have to be I Breath you, I cry for you, I feel you, I take you all in And I'm heading back to the place where heartache once more begins I need end the cycle, the never-ending pain So a new life I can start, and get back to being sane |