I finally see (Final Solution)
I am here
alone again, i finally see.
In a mind of darkness,
now shown to me, my movements backwards,
I finally see, it is me.
To recognize the past,
progess, in cadence towards the front
one, two, marching foward,
to the beat of the drum i have never heard, I finally see.
I recognize every word ever uttered to me.
Every word begging change, change i desire,
with the request of no one. That no one is me.
Embodie must I, the strength to regain myself, alone.
Unwilling to search any longer, for a being to share my burden.
Now I sit at the throne of self deception, denied no longer. Answer is certain, I alone, I am,
found in the chaos of my own mind.
Exumed, these once buried truths, that now are my existance.
The one to blame, I finally see, it is me.
Longing for the life of promise I never attained.
Searching for the reality, within the prophecy that has been nailed into the psychie of my everyday thought process.
Blinded once, but no more.
Jaded twice, but once more.
Never realizing the truth, although truth is reality.
Deeming what is real, obsolete.
Reality is lost, I am gone.
Gone in emotion, a lost existance,
alone once more, at the threshhold of resistance.
I blame no more, with pure intentions,
drowning myself in boiling conviction.
alone again, i finally see.
In a mind of darkness,
now shown to me, my movements backwards,
I finally see, it is me.
To recognize the past,
progess, in cadence towards the front
one, two, marching foward,
to the beat of the drum i have never heard, I finally see.
I recognize every word ever uttered to me.
Every word begging change, change i desire,
with the request of no one. That no one is me.
Embodie must I, the strength to regain myself, alone.
Unwilling to search any longer, for a being to share my burden.
Now I sit at the throne of self deception, denied no longer. Answer is certain, I alone, I am,
found in the chaos of my own mind.
Exumed, these once buried truths, that now are my existance.
The one to blame, I finally see, it is me.
Longing for the life of promise I never attained.
Searching for the reality, within the prophecy that has been nailed into the psychie of my everyday thought process.
Blinded once, but no more.
Jaded twice, but once more.
Never realizing the truth, although truth is reality.
Deeming what is real, obsolete.
Reality is lost, I am gone.
Gone in emotion, a lost existance,
alone once more, at the threshhold of resistance.
I blame no more, with pure intentions,
drowning myself in boiling conviction.
