These waking hours known so well
Sleep end this horrid day before the next bad spell
Feel it slowly setting in,
Fight it, I can't
Toos 'n' turn feeling the cold of night
Tear my heart right out
First the sharp sting, then the sour burn
Such diseased delight
The vulgar comfort of recognition
Acerbitas Familiaris
Feel it coming; it can't be far
Damned be indecision
It only comes in solitude,
No daffodils for me, William
Slitting wrists
Cease to breathe
Please insist
To be brought relief
Time's running out
Too late now,
it's setting in,
Mother keep me,
It's through my skin
This is torture,
No man deserves
They may not hold,
My tormented nerves
I've cried myself to sleep so often
I can't even remember the time before
Toss 'n' turn feeling the cold of night
Tear my heart right out
First the sharp sting, then the sour burn
Such diseased delight
It came to me in solitude
And will stay with me for life
Do you see this darkness
on the horizon?
NO
Tell me please,
will this pressure ever lessen?
MORE
If that is so, I beg you tell me
what is wrong with me!
BEING
What then, wise oracle,
will become of me?
LEFT BEHIND
It's hard to trust,
A guiding light
Is it the shimmer of savior?
Is it the settling of dust?
Or could it be,
My mind aflutter
'Cause it's detached,
Finally?
It is the reflexion of clear steel
The use of which is clear to me
Freedom is a sharp blade
I'll push it in until I sleep
Burn - My - Lost - Soul
Burn - It - Now
