Introspective

And now the cold is gone

The knives of ice are melting

the earth has carried on

it has resumed it's turning

My hands have lead me through this hollow night

They filled the void with words

but now the time has come to face the light

of introspection

Come board my tragedy

last call to join my journey

into the deapths of me

and earn your own redemption

but dare not walk too far between the lines

for context is a whore

who'll feed you portions of her empty lies

and leave you yearning

she'll leave you yearning...

And when I close my eyes

living the inside

I am set free in my mind

living the inside

No pregnant thoughts remain

I washed them from my fingures

to strip the world of pain

I crushed the tool that injures

and I have walked too far between the lines

where subtext is a whole

and once reality is left behind

I'll cut the tension

And when I close my eyes

living the inside

I am set free in my mind

living the inside

I'll never go out again

Never be hurt again

Is there still a world outside?

Is there still a world outside?

Is there a reality that still persists

though I'm not there

and still consists of you?

Is there still a world outside?

I will find my way back in

another time some other day...

I guess I'll see you soon.