Its been days since I felt the shine of the sun on my face
And now I am almost cured, yet the rain falls.
I sit in this room full of light, artificial completeness
There are still too many memories that linger.
Stuck in the hole, this nothing, this aching
It is constant, and it is murderous.
I wonder about the adventures they've had
Since the infamous exiting
Is it wrong that my mind can not overcome my sullen heart?
Am I living in a clouded image that I made up myself?
I am despereate to overcome this darkness.
I wait every day to see some clarity, some hope
My wounds are still so fresh, but old
And I find myself running in dreams towards nothingness
I am broken and I want to survive
But the willingness is lacking, and the demons might just win.
I keep looking out this window with the smallest bit of anticipation
Because I keep believing all those fibs will leave your heart
I am hungry for your words, and I miss your caress
If I dont get out soon, I'll drown myself in memories
And my chances of life are limited.
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