Inexorability
They say the morning air is the return of fare paid at night to stay alive
As we lie in bed in the gloom and dread of another day inside this hell
A silent prayer to say we stay here out of habit, lest we die and what we find is a special kind of torture
I must admit, I always feel like shit but it gets a little brighter, climbing higher watch the fires burn kindness from our bones, home alone and a sultry tone sings tomorrow often blue
Yet every day I stay awake and think about what I could do to praise the truth and sing a tune of a happy few, who forge their souls inside this furnace, others die and wilt in earnest, they could never spend a day inside my brain, those who hath slain themselves from deep dark delves inside their minds in times of terror
Reminded then and scolded now, to never take the easy way out, another route obscured from sight and how could I give up the fight the light inside my eyes it dies and breaks apart each time I cry, the fractured stars inside my mind will build again, this time will bind the time and tide of sickened minds
Broken now and shattered then, yet every atom inside my skin and every piece inside my soul and every wound healed to whole, would never scream for different life, lest I live in thoughtless bliss, an average world with an average wish, this brain of mine what shouts to die will learn to grow and seek and find a meaning, purpose, thoughts, alive, no knowledge hidden, obscured from sight
