blue god, oh speak to me
your hands show symbols unknown
your eyes are closed, unable to show
your glory, oh, you've said those words,
and it's ironic, isn't it?
oh the moment i saw it, it clenched
my chest like a constricting wire
escaping from the prison of my entrancement
basking my soul in realization
should i? i don't know, they're not completely right
to let go is to give up
to let go is accept defeat
to let go is to think that things will not get better
ironic, isn't it?
that it's right on the door, sitting there,
mocking me, reminding me that
i
should
just
let
go