My finely edged dream is a knife
that hurts even me.
So it's always been
hidden away
in the shadow of my heart.
Before I ask myself
why I was born,
I just want to be sure
of what I want and am living for.
Instead of praying, instead of moaning about it,
I want to run, I want to cry out,
just wandering uncontrollably.
A terribly fragile premonition alone
runs in my veins,
outrunning even fate.
Edge of the Dark
In this last place at the very edge,
I wait for a beginning.
In my withered heart,
a darkness where only untamable desire lives on
was better than
a boredom I just want to spit out.
LIttle by little, I noticed
as I looked up at the empty sky,
a small, faint light...
and that alone captivates me.
Instead of wishing, instead of promising,
I want to take what I want, I want to search on...
Prying open this clouded pain.
Blotting out the past and the future,
I just want to shoot through the present.
Jarring my piercing dreams
Edge of the Dark
Something is changing
in the rough wind.
Everything is all sloppy,
getting dirty just to live.
I want to lift up the truth
that had been once been buried there.
Instead of praying, instead of moaning about it,
I want to run, I want to cry out,
so I've wildly broken into a run.
If I can grab it, if I can search for it,
then I'll climb unseen walls.
With my heart pounding so much it seems it's about to explode
Edge for the Flight
Can you hear my voice,
echoing aimlessly?