My left hands scratches the air looking for some kind of support
I can't get up, all my attempts end up the same way
In a lame complain of my human condition
the only thing I'm able to see is the strange shine of the coffin in my right side
the wood is swamping in my ribs
I'm not sure where I am, and... the way  I got here
is still fuzzy, faces, names, melodies...they're just little glimpses
and when my fingertips cross the surface of this place
willing to find way out of here...the memories of our old world haunt my mind,
do you remember me?
would you come back?
make it easy, drag the simple linings of the light inside you
all the poetry you brag about
your fake promises and the sweet essence of your steps
you teached me how to light a candle in the middle of the darkness
but, how I've come to forget it all?
You've forgotten
and it's an unfinished symphony
darkness is all I have now