my fingers do not want to write
my mind does not want to think
I want to sit in a dark lonely corner
let the silence kiss me in ink
take the sad faces and burn them
I do not wish to be here anymore
there's nothing but pain for me there
I do not wish to be there anymore
I've lived through myself but not me
my thoughts sometimes aren't mine
what is and what was makes no sense
in all I have forsaken with my time
the arms keep chasing the hours
minutes wither into another empty tale
what was theirs was never ours
sometimes memories leave behind no trails
I do not seek love as I age
I've known enough not to bleed
I wonder if I was wise before
to let go of all I could once keep
possessions that now are lost
for the voice never got too old
I have known and seen the cost
of the ones I've felt grown cold
there is no pride in madness
nothing to gain from a lonely wish
I've grown with every scar and tear
and back to where I was
when I remember her in arms of his
my words are as strange as me
for only I can see their true colour
there is not one but so many
when I catch a glimpse in the mirror
I am so much poison
eating myself from within
celebrating my own erosion
as I see the lights dim
and into the dark I weep
I do not wish to be dead no more
through the dark I reach
I do not dream of this world anymore