The road is reflecting the noise of our cars a thousand times.
The leaves are crying out in a whirlwind of emotion.
The flowers are withering from the ice of a cold heart.
My demons are escaping from all the openings I secured.
It's darkening.
Everything I built is breaking apart.
Nothing but my memories remain.
I'm a walking shell, a soulless corpse.
I have no dreams, no future.
No hope, no faith.
This is the end.
I'm giving in.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
The road is reflecting the noise of our cars a thousand times.
The leaves are crying out in a whirlwind of emotion.
The flowers are withering from the ice of a cold heart.
My demons are escaping from all the openings I secured.
It's darkening.
Everything I built is breaking apart.
Nothing but my memories remain.
I'm a walking shell, a soulless corpse.
I have no dreams, no future.
No hope, no faith.
This is the end.
I'm giving in.
