Stumbling around in this haze,
I beg for a way to be free.
Whilst all the time silently wishing,
that this haze wont make me meet me.
Clouded is my vision,
clouded with false hope.
The haze is cruel and taunting,
but I need this haze to cope.
A curtain apears every day now,
the world is so different to me.
I cry out as the circle continues,
I laugh as the haze has my key.
Irony burns redhot through my chest,
as I try to forget what makes me.
I turn for the clouded redemption,
to temporarily be set free.
Inhale my troubles, breathe out my woes,
say goodbye to yourself for the night.
The haze helps me forget you,
It offers me an option except fight.
No-one can offer me help,
as my secret war rages over the top.
The people I love thawrt my path,
and the beauty is I can't say stop.
You made me lost, you made me die,
you put me in this haze to dwell.
I begged and screamed for mercy,
as you burned the exit from hell.
At times I seem to have found my footing,
at times my way out is there.
I think of you and the pain you've caused,
as the night ends the haze brings despair.
So mock me, descredit me, criticise me,
but not too much I bleed.
As your memory goes over and over,
I weap at the unforgotten heed.