End of the Road
The Price of Seeking More
This is life, I know I've no choice but to nod my head, agree:
All I see is all that life can ever seem to guarantee.
Seek I not a future brighter, life is as it so shall be,
Yet do I ever get to ponder what is unreality?
Heaven in its bright array glows vivid in my beating heart,
This peculiar and unclear world is but the brilliant start!
Pacing my old study ceaselessly, my feet seldom hit the ground,
Thoughts within my mind too loud to hear what is around.
Wake, alive, awake and live, I wake and live my life at paces
Understood by only horses at their peak while at the races.
Cabinet ripped off its hinges, these syringes pierce my skin,
Bloodstream pumping all the drugs that I'd packed deep within! Promises I made to not go beyond my station. I lied,
Never did I intend to stay there, the me I was has died!
Colors pass in unclear blobs, my eyes ignore their meaning.
For what use have I for all the world when divinity I'm weaning? God is me and I am God, there is no other option now!
I had sought no high, yet here I stand, the pinnacle, I bow!
Nothing done can stop me now, the world is mine alone to take!
Enemies left in my wake are sure to crumble! All will break Before my might, so cower now and cease any attempt to fight!
All the while, within my chest, my heart does start to take off in flight.
Is the feeling that I have what Gods experience every day?
Else there's something wrong with me, but there can be no way. Barricade the doors, lock up myself in darkest rooms.
Find me, death will not! This place I shall not let become my tomb!
Knock, knock, knocking rings within my ears, cacophonous noises sing
Dreadful tunes to me, a hint to what the horrors they may bring. Did I hear the reaper knock upon my door? It cannot be!
Why, oh why, on all the planes would e'er his scythe be turned to me?
Doors are not the only mode by which a soul may enter here,
Eyes turned to the windows where he makes his wings appear. Pale faced, feathers white, surrounded by the robe of black he dons
What scarce gaze I see stares back past me, our lives are only pawns!
God, that's what I called myself, yet here I once more feel only fear
'Fore the reaper's hum, a noise growing e'er closer to me. Queer, The repeated sound it brings as it now pierces in my ears:
Dum-Dadum-Dadum-Dadum, it brings me tears
Falling to my knees I beg for which way to adhere,
Follow what he wants to so ensure my life will not end here. Dum-Dadum-Dadum-Dadum, it does not cease
Haunting me, yet calm I feel. My heart is now, somehow, at peace.
Reaching out a hand to me, I hear his scratchy voice then creak
Uttering a phrase so bleak I can't but nod at what he speaks "Are your preparations ready for the steps you now must take?"
Mouth agasp to answer him, no noise comes out, my voice does break.
"That is answer 'nough for me," he croaked, his scythe raised through the air,
With a deadly cleave it swung and cut my soul to bare.
All I see is all that life can ever seem to guarantee.
Seek I not a future brighter, life is as it so shall be,
Yet do I ever get to ponder what is unreality?
Heaven in its bright array glows vivid in my beating heart,
This peculiar and unclear world is but the brilliant start!
Pacing my old study ceaselessly, my feet seldom hit the ground,
Thoughts within my mind too loud to hear what is around.
Wake, alive, awake and live, I wake and live my life at paces
Understood by only horses at their peak while at the races.
Cabinet ripped off its hinges, these syringes pierce my skin,
Bloodstream pumping all the drugs that I'd packed deep within! Promises I made to not go beyond my station. I lied,
Never did I intend to stay there, the me I was has died!
Colors pass in unclear blobs, my eyes ignore their meaning.
For what use have I for all the world when divinity I'm weaning? God is me and I am God, there is no other option now!
I had sought no high, yet here I stand, the pinnacle, I bow!
Nothing done can stop me now, the world is mine alone to take!
Enemies left in my wake are sure to crumble! All will break Before my might, so cower now and cease any attempt to fight!
All the while, within my chest, my heart does start to take off in flight.
Is the feeling that I have what Gods experience every day?
Else there's something wrong with me, but there can be no way. Barricade the doors, lock up myself in darkest rooms.
Find me, death will not! This place I shall not let become my tomb!
Knock, knock, knocking rings within my ears, cacophonous noises sing
Dreadful tunes to me, a hint to what the horrors they may bring. Did I hear the reaper knock upon my door? It cannot be!
Why, oh why, on all the planes would e'er his scythe be turned to me?
Doors are not the only mode by which a soul may enter here,
Eyes turned to the windows where he makes his wings appear. Pale faced, feathers white, surrounded by the robe of black he dons
What scarce gaze I see stares back past me, our lives are only pawns!
God, that's what I called myself, yet here I once more feel only fear
'Fore the reaper's hum, a noise growing e'er closer to me. Queer, The repeated sound it brings as it now pierces in my ears:
Dum-Dadum-Dadum-Dadum, it brings me tears
Falling to my knees I beg for which way to adhere,
Follow what he wants to so ensure my life will not end here. Dum-Dadum-Dadum-Dadum, it does not cease
Haunting me, yet calm I feel. My heart is now, somehow, at peace.
Reaching out a hand to me, I hear his scratchy voice then creak
Uttering a phrase so bleak I can't but nod at what he speaks "Are your preparations ready for the steps you now must take?"
Mouth agasp to answer him, no noise comes out, my voice does break.
"That is answer 'nough for me," he croaked, his scythe raised through the air,
With a deadly cleave it swung and cut my soul to bare.
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