It’s a quarter past 2 in the morning and I feel numb.
The wrong words are shouted while the rain hits my windows and I don’t have any strength left in me to fight for much longer,
Darkness is all I can see but it’s no different than the way I am feeling,
My head is being buried in a funeral but there’s no one here to watch.
I am stranded on an island but no one is looking for me.
My head is an ocean,
And without you,
I’m drowning.
The sea and the storm quiver my boat and refuse my salvation,
The waves break through my wooden boat and crash inside,
The angel shouts for revenge but the devil stands still and watches my life slowly ending,
The water reaches my lungs and I suffocate while holding my father’s apology letter.
I’m sorry daddy, but you waited too long to see your daughter.
You waited too long to break the silence.
Darkness is rising and my eyes are no longer set on you,
This is the end.
The storm will pass, and so will this feeling.