Yet again, I find myself enveloped in a deep darkness.
Drowning inside my own head, choked by my own thoughts.
Despair dawning upon my insecurities.
Again, I find myself trying to look for myself,
Trying to find myself.
Man was made for woman,
Same as I believe you were made for me.
A blend of hope, and faith, and pain,
A blend of you and me.
Yet again, I am sinking, lost in my past lives,
Trying to figure out
If the voices in my head are truly my own.
I find myself succumbing to darkness,
Listening to the devil on my shoulder, yet again.
But again, the angel tells me to still my mind,
Listen to my heart,
Flow with the wave.
Yet again, I am stuck.
Do I listen to my heart or my mind?
Succumb to the evil,
Or cling to the purifying light?
You feel like a natural instinct,
And yet, my mind forbids it.
"Hurt", it calls you.
Yet, I am inclined to leap,
To trust in the heart, to trust in the hurt.
And yet, again,
'Lance of striking thunder'
I find myself pleading.
'Strike me with your might,
Guide me towards your path.'
I am lost and dumbfounded, yet again.
I am lost, looking for a crumb,
A divine sign that my next step or leap forward
Will not end up crushing my already fragile heart.
I believe, I know I should.
But then again, should I?
