down in a.. nutshell

feeling me now being what i wanted to be
seeing me bow to the God i yearned to be
downed by the storm that swirls inside

speaking no more of the feelings beneath
leaking no words from the grinding teeth
crowned by the king that tries to hide

trying to fly by wings that were so denied
prying to find the eyes that were so blind
found by the home that whirls to ride

sleeping to hear a voice calling me inside
creeping to allow foregone mistakes slide
bound by a parody in reality applied

fleeing a forgiveness sought of God done
freezing the coldest winter chill in no sun
aground on a heaven where it's tried

This is a part tribute to one of my favorite bands, Alice In Chains