Maybe I should cry, maybe I should deny my tired face looking so grim A jarful of thoughts is waiting under the sheets, another sleepless night I dont feel ashamed, I feel no guilt I need to stay alive Since there is no time, since the sands still flow I will be there The blackest of my hearts, the sweetest of my words Am I strong enough? Ill never forget, everything lives Until my flesh will be no more A sense of deep frustration tinges with black my heart I cannot cry I want to die A grandeur manifestation of a wrong selfaddiction Theres no end to ease this pain Lost in those eyes, stolen by that scent digging down my skin Shivers that cut like sharpened knives my wounds, will they ever heal? This story is a black spiral without an end, carry me follow me deep into this hell Take my hand know and everyday of a life that wont exist Are we gonna meet again someday? so many years from now When Im asking you is more than everything, no more compromises
jarful, selfaddiction, tinge, since, maybe