Picture a man with his life in his hands

consumed by the death of his dreams

clutching at straws he dreams no more

a desolate figure, I am he

my agony fuelled by the shadows I ruled

I hide from the world in the dark

outwardly sane, I conceal my pain

life's touch cold steel in my heart



Wanting fearing facing life alone

I'm not hearing your reasons, so leave me alone



I'm on the brink of insanity, I think

consumed by flames of desire

the two-faced divinity a victim of tragedy

the flames now its funeral pyre

but the death still walks and the divinity talks

I'm facing it day by day

each glimse a hell I've come to know so well

see the idealist pay



Assaulted by the day, my inner world's grey-desolation

I'll take what I can though I hate what I am-abomination

alcoholic retreat instead of facing defeat-rejection

narcotic escape before it's too late-deception



I've invested my soul in achieving this goal

made pacts sworn oaths taken vows

I never realized each pact has two sides

what hope for my soul now?

we're both still here, one light one dark

though the cyclone now lies dead

so let's both dream of things we won't see

of worlds that will never be said