The Despair Factor

Along the path where the stream is talking,
I breathe the mist and continue walking.
The wood, it whispers in a language of it's own.
As a sigh escaped my lips,
I feel the light caress of fingertips that
Steal away the breath and leave me on my own.

Waiting by the stairs,
Waiting, I despair.
Waiting by the stairs,
Waiting, I despair.

My whole life is a dark room...
One...big...dark...room.

Do I hear the hollow sound,
Footsteps resounding on this frozen ground,
Or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own?

(For redemption,
For elation,
For the time when I ascend
For the ecstasy,
For the tragedy,
For the point of my ascension.)

Somehow I ended up here in between,
Where there is always the comfort of knowing
I'll never be seen...
When I fall.
I wait for just one touch
And I fall.

Weightless, endless,
Faithless, I'll adore you.
A single touch before I fade.
Painless let me pass through.