Decaying Disease
Picking apart the corners of my wandering mind
Im trying to control slipping memories of us
Frustrated with the sickness eating at my thoughts
The silhouette of your shadow slowly drifts away
Demons fighting deep inside my heart tearing me apart
Cursing all the hoe I hold for myself
Desprate, grasping in the empty air I cry
My soul floods with anguish and anger
As I wake up a stranger not only to you but myself
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