There are Words best unsaid And these lonely days... Have left them vile, wolves They feed before they prey They told me lies of sunshine When i felt the night In the end we are all as jaded Blind, beyond the light All i have to wait for Is the moon to rise These nights in all their splendour remove my disguise There are words best used unwritten And these hollow days... Have turned them real, wolves They eat your love away They told me lies of sunshine When i felt the night Oblivion resembles bliss Enough to sing to the abyss Comfortly drowning (sleep is denied for those who understand) Vast nothingness growing (dreams lucid as sky I'm forced to comprehend) Vague heartbeat is slowing Is the end complete?