#1
So this is madness, of what am i capable?
the best intentions, between the right and wrong
So out of focus, staring far to close
this sickness blurs the lines, into all i've seen before

so fly away from me
cut the rope
and let me fall into
the raging flood
i've waited for all along

of dreams we are all made, a new one everyday
yet from atom to galaxy, our wishes remain restrained
a peaceful life at one, with those that turn fear numb
to our lie we must hold on, or face the kingdom gone

so fly away from me
cut the rope
and let me fall in two
the raging flood
i've waited for all along

in these dark hollows
i can walk for days
never to see a soul
forever to snap and break

this close to hell
it's freezing cold
none but the distant sound
of the absent raging flood

the kingdoms gone
the kingdom that never was
#2
reading this peice i feel a sodom and gomorrah theme from maddness, corruption, violence, and death. with that the narrator is struggling with good vs evil. the kingdom maybe a metaphor for home or place that has haunted the narrator dreams and natural disasters.