Peace and tranquility , its a weird feeling
its a mixed bag, of hurt and ailing
those unseen wounds, are never healing
clinched my heartache, i be sleeping
closed up eyes, unravels the mind
never shutting never resting
memories of you seem fresh and haunting
silence and pain, the heartbeat weakens
open my eyes, panting and gasping
dead inside, yet wounds be hurting
Wide awake, nothing at stake
letting go, for that is the fate
