The Loss

The sinking has begun
Back to the place of loss
History repeats itself
And the pressure begins to mount
Ride on soldier and save yourself
Leave me here to rot
Depressive roots once dwelt in the dark
The sprouting of leaves now changes all that
Black hole sun has given the energy
Yet this time it seems different
Not wanting to pick up the gun
But a will to change the past and future await
Stuck in the mud is the best way to describe it
Trying to get up when you're paralyzed is harder then it looks
I've lost who I am again
If only the fortunetellers could have saved me
Maybe it would have been better if the former worked out
The knife would have cut and the bullet driven deep inside
Wounding beyond return the cancer now bites back
Slipping down the hole
Where is my revelation of the divine rescue?
Come my way life bearing spirit
The loss is now too much to bear