Powerlines... steel webs confine,
violating the brownish sky.
Hard grey smothers,
earth,
like cancer.
Cracks revealing, ground below
broken and bleeding
every seed, every stone.
I know the feeling the loss of control
voice of reason slips away
eyes staring back at me
so dark so cold
reflecting all that remains.
Who can tell the torture of the soul?
Is it wrong...tell me is it wrong
...to close your eyes...to sleep forever?
I know the feeling the loss of control
voice of reason slips away
eyes staring back at me
so dark so cold
reflecting all that remains.