Paradox
Wordless stories recount every stacked up sight
Had to die just to find where they go tonight
Tumbling down just to bring every wrong to right
And when my feelings dry I will recall the light
Questions have added new flights of stairs
All my answers will run, circling way up there
I still can’t believe that nobody cares
I don’t think I can climb when there’s no love to share
Falling to sleep in the arms of pain
Darkness shelters my thoughts as I go insane
Seeping into my heart and inside my brain
The stairs melt away as I forget my name
Faces become desperate masks of death
Either kill or become or forget myself
There is no way to tell why I hold my breath
As self-hate intertwines with the love I felt
Out in the breeze where I lost her eyes
I crawl to a place where I pray I’ll die
But under the nothing I see inside
I remember the questions that I hoped I’d find
How did I climb when I lost my sight?
If I had died how could I love the night?
How can dead faces remind me of what’s right?
And when I give in why do I find the light?
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