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The soil I'm lying on is cooling down with the vanishing daylight |
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And bitter are these tears in my eyes |
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They're slowly flowing down my cheek like glowing pearls |
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But those pearls are for the swine |
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The mind behind this weak body tries to isolate |
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Not willing to crystallize the reasons for my grief |
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I try to figure out how |
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I came to this state |
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Where all the paths lead me just further from the light |
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Time flows on like a stream and passes the dead of the night |
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But it just pushes me further from delight |
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I feel my life sinking far too deep |
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When this self-deception won't let me fall asleep |
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The sky breathes black but still it shines |
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Like a halo upon my mental darkness |
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I'm bleak, cold and blond as the lack of will makes the waves roll in... |
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Here I ride again on these waves of misery |
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I'm all but sane as |
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I close my eyes |
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And try to see the stars which shine no light |
