I walk through my valley in ignorance.
The path I walk
Ever changing its direction.
From light to dark, from deep to heart, I look forward.
Everything swirls and blurs,
A perfect blend between light and dark.
I see clearly up to one step forward
And take path winding.
Thoughts compelling me to move forward,
I look back.
I see clearer for miles,
But I've hardly moved,
Yet in reality I'm pushed towards the unknown.
Ghost of paths I should've taken.
I spy with my little eye something
Beginning with death.
Descending into silence,
The obsession is in us all.
You are the drug that inhales me,
Yet I live to watch you fall.
I walk forward now in the path of regret,
Seeing mirrors, surrounding, facing back.
Sun gleams on what should've been.
Flowers of past withered and trampled upon.
My eyes comforted by something new,
A rose, the deepest red
You could see or feel.
I wonder how to approach.
Hundreds of paths of purity gleam in front of me.
I decipher whether to approach the idyllic.
As I walk the path turns brown,
Nothing seen before.
I set my hand upon the flower,
It changes colour,
Making me feel like God.
Descending into silence,
The obsession is in us all.
You are the drug that inhales me,
Yet I live to watch you fall.
My hands are bound in red.
My hands are bound in red.
All I see is green.
I open my arms and it consumes me,
A new power rushes through my veins.
The strength in my chest has gone,
But everywhere else thrives.
Descending into silence,
The obsession is in us all.
You are the drug that inhales me,
Yet I live to watch you fall.