Ghost-light, soft and frail
Leaves no footprints where it treads
Empty and weeping dry tears
Shade of a shadow in smoke
Tired mind constantly consuming
Yearning churning turning ideas
Into hopes into dreams into nightmares
Into reality until everything bleeds
And the blood is white empty paper
Smoldering from a ring in the middle
A cigarette burn slowly spreading
Devouring resistance with indomitable time
Shadow of a man, past present history,
It keens and wails in the darkness
Trying to find the light, the warmth
Ride the edge of the slow burn
Dissociated from the cycle of death
One step ahead of oblivion and
Desperately trying to lag behind
Anchored, moored to this present future
Uncertain of any motivation for preservation
Ripped from life but forbidden death
Corporeal spirit, soul given breath
Inevitably ending infinitely repeating
Stuck, searching, wandering, questing desperately
Twin flame seperated seeking unification
Divine inspiration ultimate purification
Bloody bowed and humbled crawling forward
Broken shell leaking vital kia
Time running out for this cycle and
It doesn't want another
It doesn't want another
Gotta love A Perfect Circle!