Tethered to a numbed existance, wither away
Dwell upon the regret that there's nothing to say
Know that this is no white sorrow that all shall feel
A masquerade of stability is performed
As struggles and demons will destroy the form
Know that this facade of strength is not even real
Fog obscures the roads that were easily taken
Leaving a cold body begging to awaken
Know that we are stuck in this world of dying fields
Pride seeps away like an open bleeding wound
Digging a trench of routines to be a tomb
Know that before our sins is where we kneel |
Submission Name: Nameless
