I forgot myself along the way,
And they steal moments that will never stay,
The moments fleeting oh-so burning,
As the fever turns to rebirth.
The fire in the soul.
Return to me. Return to me. Return to me I’ll sway,
Return to me, that lapse of faith what I nearly threw away,
What they nearly shrugged and burnt the burden.
Take it away,
Nothing is ever here, we create, we justify,
We twist, we sort.
Nothing is here,
Nothing is ours,
Nothingness breathes the Ultimate Sorrow, that hides our Ultimate Bliss.
We cry to the Lords eyes,
The bleeding Knife,
The sword that led my gun away.
Your soul devoured.
I forgot myself along they way, nearly.
I lost myself amongst the fabricated bliss,
The happy thoughts of triumphs lost.
I lost the morning glory!
Return to me! Return to me!
The fathomed truth behind The Blinded Buddha,
Give me life before I trip the wire.
I knew before I lost it,
I knew before my birth,
The trials ripping mindless,
The sins equal my loss,
And here we stand on nothingness,
On graves beyond our own,
Here we stand on nothingness,
Forgotten in the holy snow.
For nothing is ours forever, the only ever we will know.
For nothing is our sacrifice, for suffering is the eternal sow.
For I lost myself along the way,
But the nothingness remains. |
Submission Name: The Blinded Buddha
