A Descent

A Descent - Born Of Osiris

I paint these walls to block my point of interest

There's no escape from these thoughts this time

I may be hiding but what other choice do I have left

My safeties are at rest

So now we are

Passing the problems off

And throwing issues around that can't stand to be in motion

So slow down and cease to a halt

I'm only dragging myself down

Down to a state of dissatisfaction

Stuck in the corner of sadness

Is there anybody there to hear the cries

They turn their heads the other way

I will never really be content

This cheap joyless buss is inadequate

I'm choosing the solutions carefully

I'm resolving

The present location of my conscience

Lies deep below the foundation in me

Wasn't aware of the consequences facing me

Descending slowly to the reaches of hell

To strangle and suffocate myself