Trust an illusion and hope thrice blind
a weary traveler lost in time
pounding on a silent door
thundering truths and forgotten lore
dare we build a bed of stone
as we lie awake alone

lightening with no place in time
a poem forged from death and rhyme
watery grave and shallow shore
mark scars still left from years before
and if theyre seen my world is shaken
before false gods, a life soon taken

dare we lose our souls to doubt?
with chilling end and needles route
can we find our way back home
if nothings left but ash and chrome
maybe only then I'll suffer
the final throws of a life less rougher

here from within the dance of pride
I'll find some griefs to set aside
I won't play long with ghosts unknown
and try not to scream as flesh meets stone
a broken back to arise from this
will set me free with fiery kiss

and in the end my heart can't break
there's nothing else to soothe this ache
but if I fight just one more day
will I bear  witness to my own decay
if life is meant as practice and play
then why hold on another day