Heavy footsteps through the snow
The wind howling in my ear as I go
The chill and pressure keeps me back
My direction, I often never know
Lost and in a struggle
Searching for the single quality I lack.
However, the world is an illusion; this snow isn’t real
This rage growing within is not what I feel
I thought that I could seal these tears
I had hoped that I would never believe this to be real
But, truthfully, I am real || in a mirage
Trapped in a room with all of these fears.
Enticed by thoughts beyond my power
I wonder if this place will wish me sour
While I crumble and rebuild to search for the strength
To navigate this twisted tower
But the tower is just an illusion
An illusion with neither width nor length.
The light flashes before my eyes – an angel!
Yet it stands there mangled
I run and the fatigue is untrue
I set my sight upon the goal as I watch the prize dangle
Distractions tangle my focus and put me astray
Forcing me to make choices with consequences I’ll rue.
I refuse to succumb to this world!
But the pain is so real and I sit – curled,
Pondering when it will end and disappear so that I may go home
I want to forget these memories to which I already hurled
But obsession is truly a gift and a curse in one
As it leaves me here, trapped alone.
My desires don’t exist and my intent is how I’ll score
I’ll finally be allowed into a world of bliss forevermore
Paved by sweat and blood
Scars healed by the legends of lore
The motivation returns and the illusion fades
As I resolve to succumb to the world no more.
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