Existence
Hues of life black, white
With shades of grey
And a silky path where barren woods abound
With nothing audible
But an eerie silence
The silence...
Waiting for us to decide and produce
A sound to break its deafening monotony
The blind turn, the slippery road
And the spikes worn out
Going down the dungeon of abyssymal depth
Trying to get a foothold
Latching on to the wild overgrowth
But nothing on the hands
Except drops of soiled dew
The abyss never ends
The darknes never goes
Something inside grows
A hope, A fear
The struggle goes on...
Hues of life black, white
With shades of grey
And a silky path where barren woods abound
With nothing audible
But an eerie silence
The silence...
Waiting for us to decide and produce
A sound to break its deafening monotony
The blind turn, the slippery road
And the spikes worn out
Going down the dungeon of abyssymal depth
Trying to get a foothold
Latching on to the wild overgrowth
But nothing on the hands
Except drops of soiled dew
The abyss never ends
The darknes never goes
Something inside grows
A hope, A fear
The struggle goes on...