To sit, still as death, in the rain.
To regard, with silent horror, the coming of the storm.
The lightning of desire,
The thunder of loneliness,
The feeling of isolation.
Wandering. down the lonely road,
Falling, into the endless abyss.
Running out of time,
Out of mind,
Nothing left to lose.
Nothing left to lose.
Nothing more to gain.
But the feeling of desire,
The pain of all the secret wounds,
Still remains the same.
Against, all the impossible odds.
Above and beyond, the life given to me.
Running forever against my destiny,
Against the winds and the flames,
And my soul can never be free.
Who can keep trust? Too few.
Friends, are nowhere to be found.
Love is lost and gone,
Let go, dropping out of sight,
Into the darkness.
Nothing left, for me to lose.
On the razor side of the wire.
Off the straight and narrow,
A new path of sorrow I tread,
And it still remains the same…
The words I always dread…
“Mission Accepted”