...So short of hope...
falling through the mist,
my collision with the walls of eternity
in the mountain's hazy depths, I slip onto thee
In the distance I wept, my presence descended
that night I lost something
inside I felt nothing
from my skull it rains in red
never knew what the signs said
burns into my hands and feet, the air
please God, let not my destiny be theirs
close my eyes again,
praying for this nightmare to end
only further I fall
this dormant suffering that could not be awakened
the pain they were to cause,
for they had been forsaken
and so their presence faded as I saw them fly away
somehow I wished that I was one of them
search my soul in distraction,
I can't help it I am drowning in myself
glide so easily between my eyes into my skull
I know now I shall be lost forever
...so short of hope and dying!