Darkness of a void
Can you feel the whispers
I’m like a memory stuck within a Polaroid picture
Ageing faster than old drunkard sipping on a sweet elixir
Trying to find my way out of this prison of infinite wisdom
The prison that stole my innocence

Gravitate towards the heartbreak
The critic of dismay
I already knew the ending by the first act of the play
The betrayal of desolate lips
As my heart embraced the cold edge of your daggers tip

How does one learn to love when it is the poison bringing him to an early demise
If my eyes were to close indefinitely would you even cry
Would my soul even cross your mind

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