persia
01-10-07, 10:50 PM
The morning you wake to discover that your worst fear has been realized
That your new reality is that one thing that in the dead of night had you paralyzed
You may be surprised to learn
That the world that surrounds you won’t stop, no matter how much you yearn
To crawl away, those around you continue with life’s frivolous tasks
Unaware that still you stand, afraid to move because of the questions they’ll ask
No matter how close they may be, how much they know
There are just some things that you have to deal with on the low
The hopes you had for your life are now just fantasies that will never be real
Because there are some things from which you can never fully heal
Now those scars you thought that would remain in your past
A shadow on your life will now forever cast
You will keep this splinter in your life from all who pry
But it will only be a matter of time before it’s obvious, not matter how you try
The questions will come when your demeanor shifts
And they wonder where you have fallen despite their attempts to lift
You from the oblivion you have crashed into when they weren’t around
When did silence and secrets replace where smiles and jokes used to abound
The whispers will be many, all trying to find the key
To unlock what really happened? Why? How did this come to be?
Now, you can never take the path they all thought you would
And they ask daily why you aren’t taking the steps they thought you could
Further driving the blade in your heart that is dipped in the poison of your fear
Knowing that your worst nightmare is more than even those closest to you could bear
The looks of mourning that would follow you are worse than even the fear itself
So in stillness you stand, afraid of the distant memory into you will eventually melt
Still as the morning you will never one day see
Praying to go back to the day before you knew, when you were free
The hour before the trepidation became authentic
The minute when you weren’t watching your life slip away with each clocks tick
The day of your passing will come and the questions will still remain
Some will be thankful for the end of your suffering, others stand in disdain
Still angry they never could decipher what lies beneath your armor
Never to know the depth of the reality that you, in this moment, now harbor.
That your new reality is that one thing that in the dead of night had you paralyzed
You may be surprised to learn
That the world that surrounds you won’t stop, no matter how much you yearn
To crawl away, those around you continue with life’s frivolous tasks
Unaware that still you stand, afraid to move because of the questions they’ll ask
No matter how close they may be, how much they know
There are just some things that you have to deal with on the low
The hopes you had for your life are now just fantasies that will never be real
Because there are some things from which you can never fully heal
Now those scars you thought that would remain in your past
A shadow on your life will now forever cast
You will keep this splinter in your life from all who pry
But it will only be a matter of time before it’s obvious, not matter how you try
The questions will come when your demeanor shifts
And they wonder where you have fallen despite their attempts to lift
You from the oblivion you have crashed into when they weren’t around
When did silence and secrets replace where smiles and jokes used to abound
The whispers will be many, all trying to find the key
To unlock what really happened? Why? How did this come to be?
Now, you can never take the path they all thought you would
And they ask daily why you aren’t taking the steps they thought you could
Further driving the blade in your heart that is dipped in the poison of your fear
Knowing that your worst nightmare is more than even those closest to you could bear
The looks of mourning that would follow you are worse than even the fear itself
So in stillness you stand, afraid of the distant memory into you will eventually melt
Still as the morning you will never one day see
Praying to go back to the day before you knew, when you were free
The hour before the trepidation became authentic
The minute when you weren’t watching your life slip away with each clocks tick
The day of your passing will come and the questions will still remain
Some will be thankful for the end of your suffering, others stand in disdain
Still angry they never could decipher what lies beneath your armor
Never to know the depth of the reality that you, in this moment, now harbor.