Why do I?
Why do I keep shadowing insanity…?
Repeating its redundancy-
Mortgaging my time to Hypothetical Fears.
My Thoughts circle the pools of
imagination, amidst a barren wishland,
Where un-captured dreams roam-
Why can’t they find a home…?
“Why has the eye’s of my hope grown dim?!”
(A Voice is shown like a guiding light emerging from the dark mist speaking)
“Why do you question my Love towards you?
That same love I had, I have, so much so, I brusied a rose to make amends,
An atonement for your Sin.”
“So Your life may begin again.”
“Why do you question?”
“Don’t you believe Me….?”