Post by darkaus on Apr 30, 2008 23:41:16 GMT -8
Author's note: For the title I mean loosing, as in loosing the hawk, rather than losing, as in losing the ring. I felt for some reason I needed to clarify that. 
What is this feeling deep inside of me? What do these shaking hands define?
What is this shadow cast up over me, what is this doubt I see, Why was I blind...?
Below the sun sinks down to take it's rest; and I too long to seek my peace,
But peace has turned her back and laughed at me, and with the dark I see my fears released...
Within there writhes a strange sensation, repressed and cold, and dark...
But lo, it heals and in swift succession... it covers my heart...
I must repress, I must retain. I know things now that I can't explain...
In the night, in the gloom, when the moon is gone from sight,
I will leap, I will dart, seeking any new respite,
In my heart, in my mind, discontent and ire rise,
Filled with fear, filled with hate, I disperse it in the skies!
I'm falling fast, I'm loosing hold. There's something wrong, what have I done...
In the shade, on the tree, I did watch the race of man,
picking names, singing songs, sharing innocence and plan,
And my hands, turned to fists, as I saw their careless joy,
I will batter them down, I will break my fathers toy!
I've cast my lot, the dice is rolled. The blow falls hard, the stone is cold.
... ...What was that rage that tore my destiny..? What was I hoping I would find...?
What is this future stretched in front of me, how did this come to be?
Was I not once, kind...?
Am I the angel I was made to be...? And when He made me, did He know...?
That I would come to this insanity, pull so many down with me, and if He does "see all,"
Why was this... so?
What is this feeling deep inside of me? What do these shaking hands define?
What is this shadow cast up over me, what is this doubt I see, Why was I blind...?
Below the sun sinks down to take it's rest; and I too long to seek my peace,
But peace has turned her back and laughed at me, and with the dark I see my fears released...
Within there writhes a strange sensation, repressed and cold, and dark...
But lo, it heals and in swift succession... it covers my heart...
I must repress, I must retain. I know things now that I can't explain...
In the night, in the gloom, when the moon is gone from sight,
I will leap, I will dart, seeking any new respite,
In my heart, in my mind, discontent and ire rise,
Filled with fear, filled with hate, I disperse it in the skies!
I'm falling fast, I'm loosing hold. There's something wrong, what have I done...
In the shade, on the tree, I did watch the race of man,
picking names, singing songs, sharing innocence and plan,
And my hands, turned to fists, as I saw their careless joy,
I will batter them down, I will break my fathers toy!
I've cast my lot, the dice is rolled. The blow falls hard, the stone is cold.
... ...What was that rage that tore my destiny..? What was I hoping I would find...?
What is this future stretched in front of me, how did this come to be?
Was I not once, kind...?
Am I the angel I was made to be...? And when He made me, did He know...?
That I would come to this insanity, pull so many down with me, and if He does "see all,"
Why was this... so?
