When the realization of untruths Pierce through my soul Of what I once thought was a dream
Is when the choice becomes clear Choose to keep the lies a truth or be drowned at the very thought of you
A noose tied so tightly around my brain A torture, a prison, I should not choose this pain
Yet here I sit undecided of my next move The irony of it all is of deepest beauty The clear sky meeting the storm
To keep it alive or pull the trigger?...