On the Horizon - Manic Focus

I wonder if he’ll stand before me again, if we’ll make peace in that same

blazing light

I lost sight long before sleep, for hours I’ve wandered in the dark

Does he still stand firm on the horizon, patiently waiting, so sickly insisting

Or has he already walked into eternity?

A storm is rising and it’s late in the

night

I look up at the moon and down at the ground, but he’s nowhere around

Just say the words, he says.

Well, I wish it were that simple

Leave everything, everyone else behind.

Still, just say the words he says

Well, my throat is filthy old and dry.

I’ve said those words of trickery before,

That would bend and break my spine.

But this time around I’m sure I’ll be fine

On the horizon.

Between earth and sky.

Hovering above water

Moving closer.

With fire in his eyes

I could claim I’m possessed, but at best I’m a dissembler in disguise

Hiding behind affectations.

How do you live with yourself

Once you surrender to the word?

It’s not as if I haven’t tried already,

And gone under more times, than I dare to remember

I could say I lost my ground, just this one last time

Cursed is the word that’ll describe.

The feeling I bear inside;

Loveless, pitiless, relentless.

In the company of snakes,

I find complacency.

How can I stomach the horizon

That perpetual light and let the devil take the hindmost?

On the horizon.

Between earth and sky.

Hovering above water

Moving closer.

With fire in his eyes