9.06.2012

KILLING OPTIMIST WITH REALITY

YOUR WISHFUL THINKING WILL BEAR NO FRUIT


Light without beauty
the blood of my life, my ultimate refusal
to believe...
that you and I are the same

For you fight the infinite sadness
While I choose to embrace its whispers
In the spaces in between awake and asleep
So that truth may be revealed

Silly ghost!...There is no difference
Only degrees of separation in a circle

Systematic pressure, pushing on me
darkening the sky, for nothing is free
I can see you reaching out
for help from me
  
I can't trust my sight
Its let me down
Baby I cant save you 
Your soul has no sound.