Unwanted pain greets in the morning
as the sun rises slowly in the sky.
Uneasy waters traveled across, without
a real reason or understanding why.

Time has been turned upside down and
minutes are wasting hastily away.
The nights are purple and the hours of
the morning turn quickly to a black veiled day.

Memories of the way life use to be are
slowly taken over by grief and pain.
The mind is greatly held hostage by
a huge unbroken chain.

There are many storms to cross out in
this uncertain and open sea.
Its something you learn to live with,
there's no other way to be.

Batten down your hatches and make
sure to close that open door.
This ship may never find the entry to
another refuged shore.

There is no way to escape this fog and
its angry purple haze.
If this sinking ship lands at home again
it will only find black veiled days.