Lurking for me in the shadows of despair I see no strenght in my spirit, cracking again Loud noises bring me eternal softness laying between you and the void Droping tear, licking blood, making me want nothing Then come back for more Seeing you canβt help Absorbing your glances and that makes me capable of escaping this hole of bones I can break them now Scattering them through the silence of my echo Illusion running through my veins, filled with cinnamon and grapes. You owe me grass of open locks Right before I became a prisoner in a coma