I search into the abiss, pondering the choices in front of me
Considering all facets and still I remain torn from understanding
You leave me weak and frail yet I continue to need your cure
What is this hold that you have over me? Keeping my secrets hid
Please release me from this thing that is ruining my existence
Rather to be an empty vessel than to be owned by this cruel mind
Controversy is my bed fellow and strife is the mistress of all
Each moment that I am in their presence I am lost more to them
Yet it is of my own doing that I find myself entangled within
What will become of me? I know escape is only for the strongest©
by Mac
THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON... 