This addiction is old to me,
I've spent years sitting in this warm grave,
An enclave of lost words and sullied state of remorse hinder my spirit from its wake,
The soft echo of your voice still heard in my dreams.
Smoke encompasses me,
I can feel the thick cloud carry over my chest like a blanket,
The warm mist entices me to continue,
Breathe more,
Breathe more,
Breathe more,
The whispers get louder inside my head,
I can't remember the last thing you said,
Panic envelopes me as I hold my breathe,
I want another five minutes of you in my hands,
I am frail and exhausted now.
My eyes are getting tired and it's too dark to see,
I assume now the only thing left for me is sleep,
The fog takes hold of my neck and chest and creates a vacuum that finally puts me to rest.
My eyes are closing,
The air is getting still,
Breathe in,
Breathe in,
Breathe in,
Your eyes were the last thing that ran through my memory,
If only I had more time to continue our melody,
If only I had given you one more flower,
If only I had written you and told you of my powerless defeat.