Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Tuesday, Aug. 10, 2004 - 11:27 p.m.

So I rose up to the challenge

My steel-belted heart pounding so hard it almost tore free from my chest

I tried to calm it by reassuring myself that I was good enough for you

Lying to myself always makes me feel my best

So you cut me back down to size

You killed the dreams which filled my head and beat me back into reality

I was trying to alchemize my leadened self and match your golden glow

We all know the fate of such a fantasy

I'm so lost when I'm alone

Once, just thinking of you chased the shadows from my cold walls

Now, the darkness dances in mockery before my soaking eyes

and there's no more icy distance left to fall

As much as I'd like to believe

This isn't the first time that this has happened, but it might be the last

I have nothing in the world to justify my beliefs or judgements now

Except for the scars from my painful past

I've turned back to my old habits

Drinking, smoking, snorting, swallowing, trying to fill the void inside

Instead I've carved the wound even deeper into my soul

and now I have no where left to hide

They lie dormant, hidden to all but me

I'm covered in scars but you can't see

I'm tattered inside, though outside I'm clean

I'm being dragged through hell and you won't release me

Because I can't let go of you

though it's the only way I'll ever be free

Delve Into The Past - Onward Into The Future