As if my fist had gone through that window...
Two inches thick to try and slit
Through both my wrists today.
The moon has disappeared from the sky today,
The clouds are setting in, I can smell the storm,
The nothingness within has come again
And darkness, darkness' taking over.
The wings behind me are no longer pale,
The night has covered me and they have turned to gray,
The tar within the breaths I would inhale
Would make my mind loose all control.
I fought for you down to the last breath,
The throat is slit and blood is dripping through
As if the Nial has triggered my denial
This is not happening. This cannot be true.
The night is darker now, and I feel smaller
I feel no joy, and the pain has numbed me through,
It makes no sense, there's no life after you...
There has to be, gotta pull through
I suppose... the sun will still rise,
And then it shall set again...
I keep waiting for the night to shut down...
Drown you out in a glass of wine...
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