Descended

There's a mutiny going on inside of me
A sense of duty towards my believes and promises
Perhaps this inc will help sort my momentary confusion out?

There's a darkness seldom spoken of
Inside the book of love, written in ancient words
I cant interpret the words that's sung within me
I cant write my testament withouth a pencill inc, or blood
Temporary insanity? A cause or a excuse?

Im slipping, and My muscles wont help me up again
Im falling, and the safety harness is broken
Who's going to catch my fall when No one knows what Im doing
I thought I was ready for the world
Thought I could tackle the momentary pain I felt
I didnt see the thorns, but they ripped a hole in my side

So the silence speaks for it self?
I descended into something pathetic- lost my edge
"If this is love, then I guess its the right thing to do"
I sold my soul for my believes- and I changed my perspective

falling into habbits ment to be broken
Im fumbeling in darkness, trying to stay focused
Its a feat that wont accomplished
Asking the quesions, even though Im aware of the risks

I might get up, and I might see that light again
So i'll never end the chorus
Im tripping on reality, and its making me insane.