Don't you feel the noose of night
slowly tightening around your thoughts.
Sufficating you slowly.
You hold a blade in your hand
slashing at the silence that hides it all...
the things you never said
the creatures crawling through your head...
only to realize that it is not the silence you have cut at all.
Every moment you remember
is always bitter sweet,
thinking about what was, what is, what could be.
Every time the scar heals you reopen the wound
just to relive the memory of both better days and of the worst
simply because it is impossible to forget.
The world is not that of colors,
when all you see is night and day,
no dusk nor dawn,
all colors have faded into shades of grey.
Nothing is wrong,
nothing is right,
when you hold it up to any light.
Everthing you believe comes crashing down,
as the clock strikes the new day,
in the echoing darkness.
Lost in the oblivion of the mind,
bloodshot eyes wander without limits,
see nothing before them,
From every corner of the oblivion they creep
slowly into sight,
with no form or sound,
becoming nothing and everything.
The creatures, monsters of my mind
consume it all
the joy the hope,
leavinf behind fear and despair,
as the noose of night slowly...