There is nothing left to be done.
When you’re all alone there is no prize.
The sun still sets and the moon still rises,
Each day is covered by the darkest shadows.
Even when you feel so safe inside,
One day your shelter from cold will shatter all around you.
It may take years to bury it beneath the ground,
But the land never forgets where it was you once stood.
My brain and my heart never seem to agree,
But it is the heart that knows truth,
Not logic or reason.
I wake up each night from the pain within,
The wind blowing in on me from every side,
Unable to breath, unable to move,
Feeling the scars of darkness.
There is nothing left to be done.
When you find yourself standing in the middle of the ocean,
You’ll see your raft won’t last you long.
The waves will come crashing down upon you,
And you’ll sink deep down into the ocean blue,
Finding the darkest hell gladly waiting.
Dreams of warmth will fail to come,
True happiness will never return,
And your heart will bear this scar of darkness,
There is nothing left to be done.
I find it easy to hide behind this mask of mine,
To play my part in the play of life;
Charades has become a favorite of mine.
A smile here, a wave over there,
The flawless foundation to my many scars.
But you’ll find makeup never cures,
And it’s perfect coverage on the outside only lasts so long.
In the end,
There is nothing left to be done.