P. Soul - 2) lyrics

Lurking shadows of despair create an elusive understanding, evolving hidden desires to a subtle demanding. Piercing pupils cast rays of judgment sharper than the finest of spears. Perhaps why I am constantly living on the verge of tears. I pa** through darkness with intentions of facing my deepest of fears, yet minds in the moment drown before we view ourselves as mere. Still in search of anything definite, longing for my dreams to return lucid. And this cursed mind I wield acts as all but conducive. An adapted lifestyle sends me on a frenzy similar to chaotic, while I hold a motion of emotions best described as parabolic. Never-ending highs and lows often a**ist me in writing these woes. A hazy sense of appreciation: is this the path I chose? Dialogues with my reflection never seem to help much: Thoughts thrown out of grasp, even my fumbling hands fail to clutch. Whenever it seems I'm becoming acquainted with the center of my true being, this world interrupts, suggesting what i should be thinking or feeling. caught in the midst of every silhouette's nightmare: an accustomed weaning. questioning whether any moment holds any meaning. Writings upon the wall reveal beautiful demons, that insist on ridding these thoughts of any rational reason. Sinister laughter fills the air of my tinted mind, while the light of my sanity and the shadow of my vanity both combine. Layered voices pedal me, creating a disfigured guidance. Awaiting the day my tooth turns auric, resembling the presence of Midas. Before my eyes, forms an ominous backdrop within the faintest of bliss. Sudden blooms of red roses  lean near to offer a kiss. Subtle shadows of thorns tightly wrapped in the deadliest of sin, taint the once-natural color of my blood-stained skin. A hesitant acceptance inching me forward shall now and forever linger, while I opt to live this life as a lone, caged dreamer.