Moments of weakness, and fear
Blackouts that invade the stream of time.
Flashes of pain and misery
Filled with thousands of question marks
That cannot be undone.
I am the watcher-
Watching from the inside to hell
Playing games with reality
Pretending to be in control.
The prophecies of rage come to rest
Giving place to the tide of satisfaction.
Reality or illusion,
The loss of control
We are only pawns in the hand of the creator.
In the eyes of the beholder lies the truth
Nothing can be erased by night or day
The path of the righteous slowly curves
As we walk to the edge of time
Where the skies finally turn to grey.