Drowning In The Dark

I’ve found there’s no truth in the written word,
Let alone imprinted on the soul,
All the lies and half-truths that I have heard
Romantically I swallowed whole,
There is one conclusion to the issue
That I have been forced to conceive-
I alone wear my heart upon my sleeve.

Too late the tears will flood in mourning time
And douse the searing heat of brutal life,
The fires they burn tonight but not for me,
For I am drowning in my psyche’s depths,
For I am drowning, drowning in the dark.

Silhouette souls play upon the tapestry,
My arms reach out, their temptation looms,
They flit from place to place, never to stay,
I can’t see them following me to my tomb,
They leave me far too soon, subdued and lost,
Headlong flight cannot exorcise these ghosts,
Nor can I stand up to them on my own.

Too late the tears will flood in mourning time
And douse the searing heat of brutal life,
The fires they burn tonight but not for me,
For I am drowning in my psyche’s depths,
For I am drowning, drowning in the dark.

How can I mourn, how can I mourn,
When the tears won’t fall?
How can I keep my head above the roaring sea
When I nothing onto which to hold.

Too late the tears will flood in mourning time
And douse the searing heat of brutal life,
The fires they burn tonight but not for me,
For I am drowning in my psyche’s depths,
For I am drowning, drowning in the dark.