Rain pours down the gray sky drains the energy
Bodies line the street in their death march from work to home
The birds are silent cold and wet as the darkness descends
Inside it’s no different than any other day except for the weight
The pressure against my chest as I feel the darkness seep in thru the window
Sucking the light from my soul from my eyes taking every last drop
Until I too begin the march from work to home
What awaits me
My heart heavy with sadness my tears build behind my eyes tears that will not be shed
For what reason
My life is good it is perfect too perfect one may say
When will it turn black
When will it be taken from me
I try time and time again to ruin the good in my life yet it stays
I ask myself why
I have had my share of darkness in this life
Made many bad choices
Many hurtful choices
Even some that if there was a hell I would surely have a ticket in my hand
So why now even after almost seven years is life still so good
Bodies line the street in their death march from work to home
The birds are silent cold and wet as the darkness descends
Inside it’s no different than any other day except for the weight
The pressure against my chest as I feel the darkness seep in thru the window
Sucking the light from my soul from my eyes taking every last drop
Until I too begin the march from work to home
What awaits me
My heart heavy with sadness my tears build behind my eyes tears that will not be shed
For what reason
My life is good it is perfect too perfect one may say
When will it turn black
When will it be taken from me
I try time and time again to ruin the good in my life yet it stays
I ask myself why
I have had my share of darkness in this life
Made many bad choices
Many hurtful choices
Even some that if there was a hell I would surely have a ticket in my hand
So why now even after almost seven years is life still so good