Sitting down on untouched chairs,
Crying under the barren moonlight;
Sulking on memories that never happened;
Like coffee getting cold as time passes by.

Spinning around endlessly
In the corridors of longing;
I plea to find the exit to my madness;
The light to my darkness.

Everywhere I look, haunting faces mock me,
Of the memories I've held on for too long;
Memories that are far to unspeakable to be real;
Like an image of pure imagination.

Damnation caresses my cheek
Offering me a baragin;
With deadened eyes, I responded.
I gave in.