Is there a hero somewhere
who'll break these walls,
and come and save the day?
Is there a light in the skies
which could tell me if im still awake?
.So much has passed my eyes
.and memories are just parasiting me
.But the loophole of a heart i found
.begs the portal shard awake.
.There's nothing left to hide.
.There's nothing left, that i confide in me.
.I try to bind myself inside
.when constant tears have chaffed this face.
.So much of compromise,
.now nothing can satisfy,
.this hunger that i have inside of me.
.And what i thought was love,
.is building up a defenceless hate.
Is there a hero somewhere
who can hear my soul cry?
Deliverance sounds archaic.
Is there a tourniquet
that could cradle me away
from what seems like my fate?
Is there a hero somewhere
That can rise the wake
and carry me with it's flame?
Is there hope somewhere out there
that needs comforting?
Because thats all I've left to give..
* A little something i wrote during my -stay- in a hospital *
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Written by Wake
