Introspective

And now the cold is gone
The knives of ice are melting
the earth has carried on
it has resumed it's turning
My hands have lead me through this hollow night
They filled the void with words
but now the time has come to face the light
of introspection

Come board my tragedy
last call to join my journey
into the deapths of me
and earn your own redemption
but dare not walk too far between the lines
for context is a whore
who'll feed you portions of her empty lies
and leave you yearning
she'll leave you yearning...

And when I close my eyes
living the inside
I am set free in my mind
living the inside

No pregnant thoughts remain
I washed them from my fingures
to strip the world of pain
I crushed the tool that injures
and I have walked too far between the lines
where subtext is a whole
and once reality is left behind
I'll cut the tension

And when I close my eyes
living the inside
I am set free in my mind
living the inside
I'll never go out again
Never be hurt again

Is there still a world outside?
Is there still a world outside?
Is there a reality that still persists
though I'm not there
and still consists of you?

Is there still a world outside?
I will find my way back in
another time some other day...
I guess I'll see you soon.