Gothic Night

If you’re not happy
It’s surely not the end
The bold die many deaths
To their follies
Pulling strings on this planet
Is a blindfolded job
One sense off
And it all collapses
In my haste to feel alive
I jumped ship
No lifeboat
And I tested the waters
No teacher
Now I’m tired of swimming
But without shore in sight
I look around for a lighthouse
To guide me
Why do I still feel pain?
Why do I accept my judgments?
Who am I to bring myself down?
There are no mistakes
Just chances to know
Who you really are
Deeply inside