Erumaren

A breath of air separates me from these ghosts I feel pinned down by these evergrowing bolts In all this noise I can still see through walls I realise reality as my curtain of illusion falls... My sadness has the same old taste So many things...I let them go to waste Sometimes I wish I could quit this endless fight, To give right up, and step into the light I face my facts alone,I say... And deep inside, I feel this time, theres someone here to stay. My selfish acts of silent pain, now have a warm embrace I resent all, I make them fall, except this childish face. Thus my cold hands touch your skin and gives you shivers you twitch