DownfallMore Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
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Almost half of our lives we spend in a state of being that ranges from a near comatose blackout to a surreal quasi–consciousness we accept as a visit to a non–reality. For some of us, bedtime is a welcome drifting off to a much needed rest. For some of us, it’s a miserable battle with the nightly brain gremlins that harass us into hours of exhausting wakefulness. Some of us “don’t dream.” Some of us enjoy our dreams. Some of us are terrorized more nights than not by hideous nightmares. “Beds” are different countries for each of us, with no