Picture a man with his life in his hands  consumed by the death of his dreams  clutching at straws he dreams no more  a desolate figure, I am he  my agony fuelled by the shadows I ruled  I hide from the world in the dark  outwardly sane, I conceal my pain  life's touch cold steel in my heart    Wanting fearing facing life alone  I'm not hearing your reasons, so leave me alone    I'm on the brink of insanity, I think  consumed by flames of desire  the two-faced divinity a victim of tragedy  the flames now its funeral pyre  but the death still walks and the divinity talks  I'm facing it day by day  each glimse a hell I've come to know so well  see the idealist pay    Assaulted by the day, my inner world's grey-desolation  I'll take what I can though I hate what I am-abomination  alcoholic retreat instead of facing defeat-rejection  narcotic escape before it's too late-deception    I've invested my soul in achieving this goal  made pacts sworn oaths taken vows  I never realized each pact has two sides  what hope for my soul now?  we're both still here, one light one dark  though the cyclone now lies dead  so let's both dream of things we won't see  of worlds that will never be said