Stable, but not stagnate.
Solidly defined, an eruption always possible.
When possiblities are endless,
choosing is a hellish nightmare that plagues my waking hours

So beautifully calm, boiling emotions tear at my heart
My end of days draws nearer,
With the constant fear of missing the next beat.
Which path do I take
To answer the call of Heaven or Hell?

With anger surging through my veins
Thinking today will be the day,
pick the poison that ends the fray
Chose if today will really be the day to end it all

Quiet the raging fray of feeling
The caging feeling if helpless, hopeless, lonliness
Pave away through the pain
The ever eternal gloomy rain
Hide the tears, the signs of weakness
Solid, not stagnate

Today is not the day
I swollow again the pain, the hate, the rage.
Live to see another beautiful day