Sweet and cold a dead end road,
Inhabitant of an empty soul.
Traveling fast it intersects,
with feelings that never hold
No concept lost but never found
No reasons left behind
The guilt will always weigh you down
& mutalize your mind.
Age does not bring closure,
to this sickness hard to fight.
It opens eyes and reassures
there are demons deep inside.
No one takes the blame
critics grow among the crowds
Setting fuel upon the flames
They never hear each other out..
Their minds is gone, heart beats fast
no slowing down the pace
Destined only for their world to crash
If they could only see their face