Collections of The Soul

"Setting In"

When the Darkness starts to set in...

It's times like this when I feel so lost in my head.

Isn't there someone out there to lend a hand?

Familiar faces, all fading into black...Afraid that I'll never get my mind back. 

Thoughts swimming wildly through empty space.

 Feeling like I'm drowning.

Can't someone pull me from this place? 

My arms are growing heavy, Won't someone jump in and save me?

 Lost in the deep dark forest within, Feeling like I'm trapped in a maze that no one can win.

 Shadows creeping up on me like tree limbs.

 Twisting and turning around, it's like I'm in an eternal head spin. 

Begging for it to end, waiting for that final certain call, and seeing that Fin. 

One can only fight the same battle so many times within. 

Didn't someone once say "Insanity is to repeat the same thing and expect a different end?"

 The mind likes to take my reality and make it twist and bend, leaving me wonder when I'll finally start to mend.

 Looking at that bed and seeing a coffin instead.

 Isn't there someone out there that can pull me from my head? 

Everyone around me assures me I'll be alright, but man I sit here sometimes at night, and wonder where the hell is that light?

 How do people do it, how do you find such courage to fight? 

I can't see it man, I've just about run dry out of might. 

How much longer till my wings spread wide and I can finally take flight...

When the Darkness starts to set in...

It's times like this when I feel so lost in my head, Isn't there someone out there to lend a hand? Familiar faces, all fading into black...

Sitting here afraid...that this time...I won't get my mind back...