When Your Lights Begin To Fade

It concerns the various feelings we feel when close to the subject of death, fear, pride, selfishness, finding redemption (truthfully or for selfish reasons)

I am far past the autumn

Cold in the winter of my years

My soul dipped in ink

Stained black across the page

And now I feel the weight of my age

 

Lost for so many years

But still I’ve yet to find a god

There’s no miracle or salvation

Nothing happens for a reason

Only a random change in seasons

 

Headed for the grave and slow darkness

I will withdraw from this life broken but proud

I will fight the angels, demons and the reaper

Till all of the lights in my eyes burn out

 

I seek sanctuary for the wrong reasons

Maybe I’ll chance it in purgatory

To clean the ink from my soul

That stained the page

I’m as selfish as all men

I seek an easy way in the end

 

Only when the end’s near

Do we seek ways to make amends

Pray to whatever god we can imagine

We seek any heaven we can find

Pay a coin for the ferryman

So we may find a peaceful, selfish end

 

Headed for the grave and slow darkness

I will withdraw from this life broken but proud

I will fight the angels, demons and the reaper

Till all of the lights in my eyes burn out

The End

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