I feel it building in my soul, but it’s not time.
I feel I am falling in a black hole, but I am fine.
And I can’t believe I feel this nostalgia
For something that cut my ties to this world,
Maybe it’s because it became only my world.
And my head is reeling, thinking I must be insane,
To actually enjoy this pain.
Or maybe it’s what I can turn the pain into?
My broken heart, be made into words that move the heart,
My broken soul, be made into song that heals the soul.
My broken emotion being strengthened and renewed,
I can’t help but to envy you.
And all the artists are fucking crazy
Because the reject societies’ reality
And forget that they are really in this world
And they forget to live and love and be happy.
I can’t help but to loathe you!
Yet, you fascinate me, because you feel pain too.
And in our pain, we are united
And my world binds to the world
And all is whole again.
Until I remember I want the pain
And remember how scared I am to be alone.