Who am I?
Who stands in solitude waiting for the passing of sorrow in a vortex of chaos?
What are these feelings?
That drown out the echo of what once was love, and intensifies an obsession that is not healthy for the mind?
Is there hope?
That should bring forth the darkness within, purifying the heart that once beat your voice?
Why am I sad when I'm near you?

I open my arms to express words that pain my throat.
Swallow the smoke from a cigarette I promised I'd never smoke.
I sink deeper into the darkness;
My soul looks for ascension and purification,
I wonder why we can't become one?

In the morning my eyes open and tears rush out.
It felt like I'd realized the meaning.
Only to once again be surrounded by darkness and deceit.
Is suicide the proof of life?

I hold out my arms to pick up the fragile glass of a broken heart.
Please, give me something that causes pain; something sharp enough to stab a heart.
Your tears won't compensate.
How do we prove our living?

The values of morality begin to look cruel.
I'll sit and embrace the surrounding darkness.
This is a nightmare that won't pass.

I'll set the conditions of my life tomorrow,
I'll take it day by day to find the proof.
Erasing your memory won't change you.
Do you think it will make everything go away?
It's not avoidance, it's cowardice.

I'll tattoo the numbers in my face and seal my fate.
After all, it's everyone's best intention.
Still, there is darkness.