Contorted in a figurative Hell, bound to the limitation before my eyes, like an illusion it erases the impending dusk at the end of day.
Maybe it was much more of a literal Hell, and maybe just maybe I will straighten it out, just not this emptiness in my lack of consciousness.
Blank stares are produced, ready to be re-written into something worth feeling.
Seize the way those impending glares come, even the walls with eyes cast me to this cold earth.
Every tear jerking memory, laughter and smiles produce this broken bridge from accaptence to failure.
Oh lover, no lover to name.
Oh mother, your embrace has saved.
Oh father, I'm sorry your son has a blackheart and never cries.
Oh nation, my nation no road to walk home at night.
Monday came and went, such happiness and joy came.
Tuesday came the grim reality that all was a lie, I thought you felt the same way when you were with me.
Wedsday was a pain and everything was overcast gray and dying.
It doesnt matter what day we go through, all I know is that...
I can't take it.
I savor every single kiss goodbye.
I just wish I could wake from it.
Oh nightmare, dreams come awake.
Oh sun, my sun please wash my face.
The happiness I felt has been misplaced.
The tragedy is I have no one today.