And here in the night

as i feel the inferno

i stare in the dark

thinking what is eternal

the man or the moment

the act or the reason

these thoughts fill my head

as i contemplate treason

of dreams i have had

and dreams i have pondered

when late in the night

my mind it would wander

to things i have done

and then quickly regretted

while denying vices

my life had selected

and i think what i've done

or have yet to begin

and the man i've become

and the man that i've been

now caught in a waltz

with the eternal dancer

i'm courted by death

but death isn't the answer

i say

all i was

meant to be

could i

suddenly

just decide

not a thought

would survive

could it be

my life's worth

ended there

with my birth

if i could see someone

who's been there before me

and traded his soul

for a moment of glory

his penance or mercy

by spirits debated

while judged on a scale

that's been heavily weighted

and what have i done

could there be such a sin

in this man i've become

in this man that i've been

now calling to god

from the pit's very bottom

i pray he forgives

every sin i've forgotten

this day

and who would have thought

that my fate it would conjure

this twist in the road

on which i have wandered

each vision and dream now

completely dismembered

to give one's whole life

and find nothing's

remembered

and what good is a life

that leaves nothing behind

not a thought or a dream

that might echo in time

the years and the hours

the seconds and minutes

and everything that

my life has placed in it

betrayed

betrayed

betrayed

the things i have done

the places i've been

the cost of my dreams

the weight of