Walking aimlessly around this swamp; my good intentions have paved my way toward hell. Merchants line themselves up; for me they have nothing left to sale. Credit is consumed by my vices; should’ve thought twice before casting those dices. My gamble is my pain; forever I shall walk these swamps of happiness. This shamble pace drives me insane; can’t help but subdue myself to ghastliness.
Living with my heart out of my chest sends me into epileptic convulsions. Will I die like all the rest; like those lead by their heart’s compulsions? My good doings have left me dry and high. Evil dealings have brought back to my lips a sigh. Can someone help me see out of these walls? Can someone silence the lunatic’s screams in the halls!
Silence sends me to the grave; I scratch at my skin till it bleeds. Do not intend to act brave; who was the one to sowed these wicked seeds?
The smile upon my face is a mask; the emptiness in my eyes reflects swamps of happiness. The miles that I walk are a task; tired of singing this song of loneliness.
For you I pursue this life; for you... only for you -- for you can subdue this knife; that’s there for you... only there for you. Skin comes apart as this blade runs across my vein; tell me, is this bleeding heart shed for you in vain? Still, your words daily condemn me to walk the swamps of happiness. Your unspoken and much forsaken love reveals to me your evil horridness. Clenched hands I raise to the skies; for from my birth, me God has despised! Continually my joy He denies; my rivers of shame He never dries! His hate for me I fully surmise; to me there shall not come a single surprise – for in the day of recompense, my disgust of life I will not disguise.
Swamps of happiness I must walk alone; for you... for you.
Swamps of sadness I will condone; for you... for you.
Swamps of loneliness I must continue to intone; for you... for you...
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