It's Just My Paranoia

56,000 Mondays
melt into the torpid blur
silver dreams and liquid years
it's in the past, but it still hurts
intoxication by way of fear
space bends, time ends
we're gazing at the stars, then
silent screaming shatters the silence
who can decide what they dream?
Morphine and narcotics
though i know they damn me to hell
hey, it's not so dark anymore...
until i see my reflection stare back at me
then we dream of nothingness
with nothing in our heads, but
the tears of this dark fate
and they turn to hatred and freeze
my shadow, my only friend
the winds of December blow
through rose -tinted sand
the bitter voices of exile
tugging once more at my soul
lost in the pulse of the sound
that echoes on the silent hills
these ghost: mine, yours, ours
the darkest side of noon
of hangover, violence and vodka
while drinking shots of ecstasy
getting high off the waning shadows
and still, the light murders
it's the desperation of broken spirits
how'd i get to the edge of hell?
Oh well, I'll send you a postcard
while i breathe in the thunder
when you stand behind the ocean
this is just a nightmare worth living
I'm just north of Normalcy
I'm so far north, I'm south
or maybe I'm just paranoid
who really knows the difference?
The whispers of the mist
seeping into my soul
all the thoughts i should forget
i look toward dead skies
you make it subside a bitterness
but you're in a foreign galaxy
and what about me?
I lost myself in alcoholic dreams
in the afterglow of moon shadows
the climax of life, never too far
but the gravity reminds me of humanity
and i drown in yesterday
you, in your foreign euphoria
and i alone in silence
as forgotten as the past