Darkness, Pleasure, Darkness, Pleasure,
his mind did mental flip flops in tempo with his heart,
breathing was labored, thoughts were disjointed,
he kept on baring his soul,
Secrets, Pain, Secrets, Pain,
running faster getting no where stumbling in the dark,
his dreams were invading his wakeful state,
nightmares every one,
Perception, Reality, Perception, Reality,
crashing into convention they held him down again,
shadows in the darkness, shadows in the light,
fatigued with every step,
Exposure, Rapture, Exposure, Rapture,
ghosts of judgement were haunting his very existance,
trapped within his bile, the reasons became obscure,
the blood drained slowly from his face,
Clarity, Confusion, Clarity, Confusion,
future plans discarded in the turmoil of the present,
reason was not needed, hate, the best defense,
discarded trash his only companion,
Battle, Surrender, Battle, Surrender,
taking another step forward he has just begun to fight,
eventually they will take him, now is not the time,
he shoulders the burden of life.
©Dean Williams 2003