Double Identity Crisis
Digging deep, under the surface.
So far down there's no light or sound.
Looking for an answer,
a clue to my true being.
I stumble upon a vein, of loss and despair.
I scope its trail, wondering where it leads.
Questioning its existence,
its clue to my true person.
The core, blackness spaced by diamonds.
Mesmerized by beauty, eaten by darkness.
I know there's no way out,
an enigma of my true life.
The deep; eerily resembles the surface,
a repeated contradiction of void and beauty.
An elegant moment of light,
what could be my true soul.
Quickly swallowed by the darkness all around,
evil reminding all that there are two souls.
A humbling sign of hatred,
showing that truth lies in reality.
Deep inside every life giving force,
lies two identities in constant conflict.
One paves the way for freedom,
while the other offers sanity and rest.
I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain and yet, I'm still here to explain.
That the darkest hour never comes in the night, you can sleep with a gun....but when ya gonna wake up and fight.......for yourself -Shinedown