Eyes drifting closed, but I can't sleep
Visions of you are still haunting me
Nightmares take over, or so it seems
Each moment of rest wracked by endless dreams
Rather than face the screams of those in torment
Instead of outrunning fictional foes
I live on caffeine at three in the morning
Fight for power, unwilling to let go
Insomnia
(No, I can't sleep)
Insomnia
(Bring daylight so I can see)
Insomnia
(At the end of my rope, save me)
Insomnia
(A shell of existence, of what used to be)
When I can't control any more
Demons are waiting, feet in the door
Wake up in a sweat, muscles are sore
Never in life have I been so unsure
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Fault Line
Buried so deep
Hidden from the light of day
A tranquil surface hides the signs
Of an imminent earthquake
Suddenly
The world starts to shake
Screams fill the air
Fault line
The beginning is the end
Foundations crumble
Nothing stays the same
Nothing stays the same
Lies
Hidden from the light of day
A tranquil surface hides the signs
Of an imminent earthquake
Suddenly
The world starts to shake
Screams fill the air
Fault line
The beginning is the end
Foundations crumble
Nothing stays the same
Nothing stays the same
Lies
Well, Here We Are Again
I guess it must be fate.* Every year, without fail, something else comes up, and I find myself starting a new blog out of sheer boredom. Although, this one was not commenced out of sheer boredom as much as out of a need to make a new home for lyrics that have been in the works for a bit of time.
Basic information: I write a lot. I get griped at, quite often, about my need to find direction in life. I learned more from Lennon/McCartney and the Brothers Gibb this semester than I did from five college professors. I can sound disjointed, but that is simply how my brain works. I never intend to come off with an air of arrogance, though sometimes I am perceived as a git for the way I state things. I have to find the roundabout way to state something that should be simple.
On more than one occasion, I will leave explanations on what has been written in a post by way of a comment--hopefully, these comments will give you insight into why I wrote what was written.
And now, without further introduction, I shall begin to transcribe my prior writings--and in the future, some new ones as well. As I do this, I hope some of my thoughts will be conveyed clearly--or as clearly as I intended them to be. Why would I send my deepest thoughts into the void without a decent amount of fog to veil the true meaning?
*And yes, I did intend to quote Peter Cetera.
Basic information: I write a lot. I get griped at, quite often, about my need to find direction in life. I learned more from Lennon/McCartney and the Brothers Gibb this semester than I did from five college professors. I can sound disjointed, but that is simply how my brain works. I never intend to come off with an air of arrogance, though sometimes I am perceived as a git for the way I state things. I have to find the roundabout way to state something that should be simple.
On more than one occasion, I will leave explanations on what has been written in a post by way of a comment--hopefully, these comments will give you insight into why I wrote what was written.
And now, without further introduction, I shall begin to transcribe my prior writings--and in the future, some new ones as well. As I do this, I hope some of my thoughts will be conveyed clearly--or as clearly as I intended them to be. Why would I send my deepest thoughts into the void without a decent amount of fog to veil the true meaning?
*And yes, I did intend to quote Peter Cetera.
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