burning city lights penetrate my mind's thoughts,
as screams erupt throughout this time, this moment...
and as cries shatter what could have been a genuine utopia...
I just sit there and watch it fade. watch all that I could never save .
taking in everything, feeling the lights and seeing the sound,
and the empty promises of death.....as these sins are written in my blood
and these lies engraved within my skin, piercing my soul, burning the core.
as winds rage within my soul and I see the light escape your eyes,
I'm cold and empty without these cries. I needed that dream to stay alive,
life was only a dream, for those who know they're dead,
and all this reality lusts into illusion from all the lies we've been fed.
I just can't imagine walking away without shedding one tear,
but what's so wrong with letting go, if nothing exists here?
does anything really matter- if you're all already dead?
what's left for me to say, that I haven't already said?
and where am I supposed to go- I can't stay here anymore,
you might understand if you saw the corpses on the floor.
there's nothing for me to leave and still I need to stay,
and I'm left here wondering why I was saved today?
questions seem to beg for answers I just don't have,
as reality slowly slips away, I lose all track of time.
I saw their faces lose the last lights of life,
saw death trace their listless eyes; fixed wide open.
am i losing my mind? does happiness require sanity?
countless faces soon to reside in unmarked graves,
they haunt my every breath, they want my life,
but I never asked to stay and I didn't try to live.
and now i can't see anything, i can't live a moment,
without seeing his face reflected in my tears,
he'll never leave my mind, but I really did try,
I couldn't save him and it wasn't fair....
that the memory of him must hate me,
and he has his own shallow grave within my heart.
a piece of me died along with him but;
who am i to blame? well no one comes to mind,
I guess I'll keep this pain for myself...
my own grave resting within my hands,
this clock tormenting every moment I'm alive.
reminding me that I don't deserve this anymore,
but how much is too much?
and where do you draw the line,
between the one you want, and the one who needs you?