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Still I feel lost |
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In this chaotic world of hypocrisy |
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The memories still haunting me |
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And the voices echoing between |
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The grey walls of my mind |
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With a bleak smile on my face I feast |
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As I still mourn the past |
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I watch as the naked leaves fall |
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And rigid branches crackle under my feet |
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I will return to the peace I so long forgot |
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Regression and progression are the same |
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In this state of suspended animation |
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Heartless I lie on the coldest ground |
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...Night is too bright for me |
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I learnt much of the lies |
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I have seen witches burning on stakes |
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I will never smell the fresh air again |
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My vision is blurred with fine hoarfrost |
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The horrendous truth |
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It blurred my vision |
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I glance (at you) with empty eyes |
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As I vanish into thick fog |
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I realize that |
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Night is too bright for me... |
