As I bent my knee down to pray
I felt a softer wind of sway
A wind that metaphorically would tell
Is as old as time, a living hell

I can’t quite describe what this feeling is
But I know one thing, I am dead.
Dead to the world, dead to you
Dead to the sun, but alive to the moon

I live through this night, a summer blue
And forever I will, always love you
I really hate this feeling inside
The one that calls the coming bribe

I can’t quite hide it from you very well
But I know in time I’ll see my hell
In person one, two, or three
I could never quite cease to be

As much as I wish for it to go far away
I can’t shake off this falsified faith
The one that I pray to night and day
All of the words I could never say

I don’t know how to end this without hurting you
So for right now I’ll have to make do
I could never shake off this thing you see
A definite, clear and conscious part of me