My soul feels like candle smoke
Disappearing to nothingness whilst my mind burns
Ironic how i'm filled with void
Oh how my spirit churns!
I'm at war with my beliefs
And in my mind i provoke
For man to live he needs to breathe
But thoughts of losing you makes me choke
Is life a Piano Man?
Does Your soul now dance to no tune?
Have you transcended only to meet pain?
Or broken free from your body like a butterfly to a cocoon?
Don't know which is worse
The Mud or The Rain
Don't know which is worse
our blood or the pain.
Scrypta™
PS: "our blood" stands for
*Memories
*Moments shared
*Brotherhood/sister hood lost
*Bond
