Icarus

Thoughts that swell like crashing waves
(I want to break this cycle)
Drowning
(Because I don't want to waste this cycle)
In the guilt
(I know there's something more than the indifference and the apathy)
Of my wasted
(And everything else is less than common sense and empathy)
Days
(Where can I find the balance?)
(I can stay suspended, and observe these thoughts)
With a lack of patience
(That clash like waves, and ride, instead of drowning in it)
I keep turning pages
(Because I'm tired of the hurricane and casting stones into lakes and ripples becoming waves)
So I run
(That turn the sands into mud and hinder me from running towards the Sun)
Only to get burnt by the Sun

The malice peals off of the skin, like scabs, cysts of nihilist shrieks
Webbing, it runs down the flesh
Spreading, as the broken host begins to speak

So I'll break these walls, and burn down the foundation
Rediscover my heart, this blindness was a manifestation
The truth is I am weak, I'm not as strong as I want to be
And my honesty may have meant nothing to you, but it set me free

No

No
I am no longer bound to the indignation that held me down
And to no king I bow
These chains are severed, I'm free, forever