Dyrwen
12-27-2003, 10:00 AM
Figured I'd share this big metaphor of existence. Not exactly too hard to understand as I read it..heh. Just a bit detailed.
Oceanic Emotion
Take your time and swim through the repression,
look to the other side for a chance at obsession,
fighting for the chance to make it there,
everytime you near it the tension stares at you,
forcing you under till your engulfed in it all,
wishing to hell you'd be able to fall.
Drowning it the agony of such a motionless life,
trapped in a current of unchanging sights,
no matter how well you swim the stares of the future drive you back again,
keeping you under till your lungs fill up,
letting you almost die before you float to the top.
This is the reoccuring death of reality,
finding a path through the utter obscurity,
bound to be a way out of it all,
something better than what's waiting at the top,
I'd rather learn not to breathe than go back their again.
Seeking redemption from these tortured lives,
spitting an honest truth rather than your earthly lies.
Hurting inside but not caring a bit,
just another sort of life we've not lived yet.
Watching as the waves crash down,
currents of love and support try to ascend,
I'm sinking to the bottom, it's not what they recommend.
Better at following my head than your heart,
I just want a chance to die instead of knowing your lies,
moving under the surface as slowly as I can,
hoping to Hell I survive what I can't stand.
Everything you've brought to me is unneeded here,
even the air you offer remains stale in comparison.
Sometimes the hand you offer isn't enough,
not when I'm drowning in life unable to find my way out,
that is my own choice to be lost,
instead of captured by you and held without thought.
Loving tears seep down into the waters,
filling my life to the brim with pain,
allowing me a chance to choose to refrain,
I'll find a way to shore on my own time and choice,
rather than love your intentions and follow that voice.
Oceanic Emotion
Take your time and swim through the repression,
look to the other side for a chance at obsession,
fighting for the chance to make it there,
everytime you near it the tension stares at you,
forcing you under till your engulfed in it all,
wishing to hell you'd be able to fall.
Drowning it the agony of such a motionless life,
trapped in a current of unchanging sights,
no matter how well you swim the stares of the future drive you back again,
keeping you under till your lungs fill up,
letting you almost die before you float to the top.
This is the reoccuring death of reality,
finding a path through the utter obscurity,
bound to be a way out of it all,
something better than what's waiting at the top,
I'd rather learn not to breathe than go back their again.
Seeking redemption from these tortured lives,
spitting an honest truth rather than your earthly lies.
Hurting inside but not caring a bit,
just another sort of life we've not lived yet.
Watching as the waves crash down,
currents of love and support try to ascend,
I'm sinking to the bottom, it's not what they recommend.
Better at following my head than your heart,
I just want a chance to die instead of knowing your lies,
moving under the surface as slowly as I can,
hoping to Hell I survive what I can't stand.
Everything you've brought to me is unneeded here,
even the air you offer remains stale in comparison.
Sometimes the hand you offer isn't enough,
not when I'm drowning in life unable to find my way out,
that is my own choice to be lost,
instead of captured by you and held without thought.
Loving tears seep down into the waters,
filling my life to the brim with pain,
allowing me a chance to choose to refrain,
I'll find a way to shore on my own time and choice,
rather than love your intentions and follow that voice.