Oh, to be free of this madness in me
It screams and it burns
But its absence is fatal
Rivers collapse, as the sun sets its path
But to deny what we are
Is to murder our souls...
To live without pain, is to die every day
To dwell on the never
Is to die for the moment
Dying in memories; silence preceeds you
Alone in dead thoughts,
Of the silence that greets you.
Fire. burning. scorching your mind
To scared to look,
For that which you'd find
Murder inside you,
The light at the end...
But the demon that drives you
Is pushed back again...
Falling down into the forever
Seeping down into the never
Poisoned blood is flowing quicker
Project my hatred through the mirror..
The light at the end is only reflection
The dead of the night,
Is only you dreaming
Yours truly, the broken...
Can never forgive you.
For death is a gift...
..next to the misery you weave.
