These are not eyes,they are wells.
Cheeks wet,salty tears.
In the abyss where conciousness dwells,
there stands the fortress of my fears.

Made of severed body parts,
great wall,so long and high.
I don't know where it starts,
get inside and you will die.

Beneath my ribs lies a sun,
beating in this skeletan cage.
Although its light is almost gone,
tends to burn,ignited by rage.

There's a map scarred on my wrists
the treasure is inside my veins
but I'm not brave enough to dig
and brake mortallity's rusty chains.

the birds of prey will snatch my tongue
in dreams of silence,so surreal.
crash the mirrors with your song
believe in the pain you feel.

I'm destined to fall,but I don't mind the crash
I'm afraid of the suffering.
I give you the torch, guide me or turn me to ash.

My goals are humble,my dreams are not
Let me be vain,let me desire
Boiling inside,getting hot
only blood can light this fire.

I am afraid.
I try to think.
I know there won't be a tomorrow
but I try to hope,to fool myself,
my logic and my sorrow.