Down

A metaphorical reflection on my current state of mind.

When the reflection lies, the spirit dies
the truth fades out and you're left with doubt
turning the page you find it blank, the window opens, the wind blows in
the door slams shut, your mind melts
wicked anthems stained apon the blood flowin'
diverse measures of a man cut down, peices of evidence that will never be found
long the day of reckoning yet a blink, tortured with the mental capacity to think
throw your eyes to the ground, put your toungue on a chain
put knives in your ears, with your heart do the same
then you're all done, and the days been won
sitting on the sand, watching the setting sun
refrain from reversion, requit your disdain
never trust a soul and never love again
kill the thought without remorse, stay true to the crushing, unbearable force