I'm fighting but I'm shaking,
Anticipating the fall,
Sitting at the top,
Waiting for gravity's call,
Drown it all in waves,
You won't see the secret storm,
I'm dreading the return,
Intensified release to mourn,
The lighthouse is broken,
The blindfold is secure,
I'm pulling all the knots,
With no way to be sure,
I'm afraid of my decieving ways,
And how easy it would be,
How tempting to indulge,
Where you cannot see,
Dangerous intention,
Is playing with the hourglass,
Waiting for the moment,
To let all hesitancy pass,
The pain is unbearable,
Calmness would normally reside,
I'd be able to control,
The turmoil that's raging inside,
But without my release,
There's a corpse of hope now cold dead,
Hurt that throbs throughout myself,
And settles in a heart of lead,
Into another world,
Towards the acid rain,
My heart's cry echoes,
"Sorry I screwed up again."