Through Evidence - Ion Dissonance

To proceed down this path which I call my life, is an intricate journey through

dark disturbance

To undertake this path again I called life, is to understand that I never once

held a chance

It will be the last time I will ever lay my eyes on you

Oh dear Gaia

My life is now slowly winding down

Cold concrete has now numbed my joints, from my days locked away down here

Arming myself with useless courage, I guess hoping for a miracle

When in fact I’m less than a pious being

(God himself couldn’t save me here)

To undertake this path again I called life, is to understand that I never once

held a chance

Mother I am so scared now

Unaccustomed to playing the role of the victim

Uncertainty is quite dreadful, but I have pushed on too far to come back,

I have pushed on too far to come back

My recollection of thought is so vague, a foggy visions of repugnance

Yet I do recall the look of fear, imprinted on so many nameless faces

Bloodshed was inevitably welcomed from there on

Held captive like a slave for days without any light

Confined to a stale, ill-at-ease room

How I survived so far, is a miracle in itself, now I wait …

Mercy through death