The Art of Balance

I am sheltered by this apathy

Nothing left to do but torch the day

Retreating deeper into my mind

What is it that i hope to find?

This is the aftermath in me

Tendency to keep it all inside

A fool's disguise

I am strangled by this sumpathy

Empty words with no meaning

Must release myself into the void

All illusions must be destroyed

This is the aftermath in me

Tendency to keep it all

How dare you compromise

The balance of our lives

Excuses you devise

An internal suicide

I struggle to survive

A perfect goal for which to strive

Ignorance cannot disguise

The balance of our lives

Hiding the meaning of

Hiding the meaning of