I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I am going 
I don’t know what I love I don’t know what I hate 
But I cannot stop 
The will that drives me to empty thoughts 
The cliffs of reality begin to crumble beneath my toes 
The rushing air of autumn breezes muffles my screams  
The wings of the dragon spread to command the skies 
I cannot stop 
I know what I am  
The moonlight is a dark beacon  
I know where I am going 
I cannot stop 
The will that is renewed with predatory instincts  
I know what I love and I know what I hate are the illusions of sharing dreams 
For I am because I always was.
 
 
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