OF YOUR OWN DOING

Tying yourself to something that becomes a burden

OF YOUR OWN DOING

As I sit here watching as you turn a blind eye

It becomes obviously clear that I must make a move

That I must change the flow of this spell

But should I brake this glass my soul will follow

Soo long I’ve held to it, If that grip should disappear

I would be left as the molten sand shattered beyond recognition and reaper

And yet you would not care if I die of despair

 

And because there is no substance that could ease this process

And no element that could save me at this point

I wipe that thought from my mind and turn a blind eye

 

So now what right do I have to be blue

If I brought this burden upon myself

So yet again I wax my mask adding to its shine

Still dying inside

As my soul is striped from everything it owned

Every dream it had

Every lite that light its path

Every reason to live

Even the fear of death

Author's Note

When you hold to a false support and find out it became a chain and ball instead of a steeping stone but when the chance presents itself you don't undo the lock to that chain fear of doing without it yet you expect someone else to fix it and solve your problem but after living in an unbalanced state for so long you give up and you're life becomes dull and suddenly nothings important but how can you have the right to complain if you wont do anything to help yourself