The Lordís Madness

 

The all seeing eye that mocks me.

I lay in the fire and I will not burn.

I dance in the rain and it stops before I am wet.

The snow remains ice before it will be warm enough to feel.

It is never warm enough.

I feel nothing.

Laughter.

 

The hand of light lays outside my grasp.

I jump the height and only fly.

I run the cliff and drift down softly.

The drop becomes high before it will danger the falling.

It is never high enough.

There's no danger.

 

Laughter.

 

But never success.

 

Only Tears.