shit part three

isn't it obvious?

when you fell

and the world fell with you

the silent agony

of the soul that burns

with the others that went along

the silent masquerade

of the only thing you seek

the lone look

of the one that is...

solitary in the midst of the crowd

silence in a noisy room

darkness in the middle of the afternoon...

i lie

to a self...

i lie

to hide the shame...

i lie

to eliminate the torture...

refusal to give-in is second nature

but the will to fight

is dampened

by the ever oppressive hurt

that goes along with it

the more you fight

the more you pull away

the more they stick

and bite you again...

isn't it obvious?

when the lived life you chose

begins with the step you took

and at the finish line

when you thought you have won

someone else stands

and your glory dies down...

i lived to live

but when shit comes

living seems to be torment

as lifeless limps of what used to be me

hang on the edge

i look down and see my grave

with the friends i thought was mine

respect given

never returned

respect i thought i earned

i lay down the path i chose

thinking my God will come...

he never did...

my life ends in the dusty attic above

all light fades

and the distant dark reveals its shape

isn't it obvious?

why does no one else see?

the obvious is there.

believe me...