This disaster that I've created
The end curtain of the drama
For I've become my own demon
In the midst of a sort of quicksand
In my own moral failures, I sink
Reaping my own life's consequences
Wanting what I can't have, I scream
Inside my head, all the voices sing
It does not matter what I think
Days are too long, night so serene
My imagination births vile offspring
Into the madness, I'm pulled down
My screams can be easily heard
Like the voices inside, they are loud
My physical body will not be found
My conscience begins to haunt
No one should ever worry
In this state no tears are allowed
I've been lost for far too long
And I can never come home
Even if that is what I want
"Vanity is the quicksand of reason." George Sand
The end curtain of the drama
For I've become my own demon
In the midst of a sort of quicksand
In my own moral failures, I sink
Reaping my own life's consequences
Wanting what I can't have, I scream
Inside my head, all the voices sing
It does not matter what I think
Days are too long, night so serene
My imagination births vile offspring
Into the madness, I'm pulled down
My screams can be easily heard
Like the voices inside, they are loud
My physical body will not be found
My conscience begins to haunt
No one should ever worry
In this state no tears are allowed
I've been lost for far too long
And I can never come home
Even if that is what I want
"Vanity is the quicksand of reason." George Sand
