The time still turns slowly, as I fade into this darkness I believe I'm leading on to something,

Gripping the pain, as it paints my love with colours of me and u…

I leave my mask, from which I can’t hide anymore, a **** i craved all my life for... death of me but birth of something that even He could not write…

Maybe tomorrow I will see this world as i see myself in you, but only if I have the courage to see the true me or lie to all that never existed in me

just as this empty canvas painted the love that killed me...