 | As Life Ebbs By Andrew R. Marcoux - Wednesday, December 06, 2000
All your dreams and visions locked up in cages
while your soul can't rest because of sinful wages.
Lose your goals, because of their cost,
hidden in darkness and perpetual frost.
A cold heart; warmth of love covered by guitly shame,
cause you fought for the rules not love of the game.
What do you get when your corner stand empty,
and all you say is " I don't need anyone except for me?"
A lone life, singular, and deprived,
you got noone cause you're living a lie.
No future because of the shape that you're in,
living a life ravaged by sin.
The warmth of love fades away
like the days spent in your self-induced haze.
You couldn't tell me the last time a tear fell from your eye,
so sure that you always have to stand strong," cause men don't cry."
A sorry state you rest in late at night
with your thoughts in disaster, your soul riddled by sin -
keeping it all hidden within.
Well one day you'll find all these words stand true,
maybe it's too late and there's nothing you can do.
Maybe you've already given your soul to the worms,
watch them as they squirm and feast on familiar forms.
Yeah, they devour dreams, innocence, and purity;
and then there's you asking the question, "Whatever happened to me?". | |