unwritten words on a blackened page
connecting dots from the lost memories
a lifetime won't be enough
So I bow to the dying light
In my darkest hour something crossed my mind:
- aren't we just shadows of someone we used to be? ....
...let's see the world through my eyes
I guess time heals nothing
only slips through my hands
like a grains of a fucking salt
it's my kingdom
we're in hell
deliver me from myself
crown of thorns on a hollow king
make this gutter my graveyard
shattered glass and the thousand thoughts
does it make any difference for me or you or anyone... else?