Misery Mantra - Solution .45

Brought back to the scene

Of answers letting go

A shift burning still

With questions down below

Through me, spiraling

The storm that never passed

In search of an end

A quest from first to last

In full blast

With cold piercing nails

Sunk into my world

I am holding on for all I’m worth

Once more reason fades

Into a blinding light

Far gone, taking heed

The wisdom of hindsight

And so, as I walk

Into the afterglow

I see signs of life

Among the veils of woe

With cold piercing nails

Sunk into my world

I am holding on for all I’m worth

As time passes by

Grip is losing out

At a loss while waiting for rebirth

Pain is the sense of comfort

Fear is the state of mind

Born of the ghost in hiding

Hope of a different kind