the scribbles on the wall just get darker everyday,
with each and every okay,
can't sleep to dream, only dream to sleep.
so alone and forgotten,
yet so closed in.
with those echoes of stillness.
the ink on the paper just gets smudged,
too much to read, too slow to see.
this life is over, done and gone away,
let it be,
don't try,
just let go,
it will all be fine.
the sky falls more each day,
too heavy to carry,
should i let it fall; my world i hold so tight?
almost to explode and go insane.
the echoes of hate and unhappiness.
the tears of past love roll down as quick as a river of constant pain,
in a world of darkness.
the warm hotness only gets colder, and colder,
almost to fade and go away.
