My nirvana
The wind carried me on its shoulders
Lifted me beyond the sky
Higher than my dreams could ever take me
If ever I believed in heaven, this is what it would look like
but the more I try to touch what I see, the further it drifts out of reach
And I remember. This must be hell.
When I feel my hopes sinking and salvation seems to be lost
I hide beneath the shadow of the moon and build my own nirvana with shards of abandoned dreams
In the sky, I borrow smiles from fading stars
I cling to the dying warmth that leaves way for the inevitable cold
I wake up in a universe designed to make me happy
But I know like every promise, every dream is only temporary
I always let myself fall into the purple skies
Higher than life. Higher than pain
Right in the middle of nothing
The more I try to bring my nirvana to life, the more I feel the distance between myself and salvation
The deeper I sink into this world of evanescent pictures, the more I die inside.
Last edited by LuneLight; 10-16-2011 at 04:32 PM.
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