Sleep is a foreign relapse.
It's become another memory.
My eyes close only to ponder what's been ripped from my grasp.
Trust is a lie.
Faith a destruction.
I'm a joke.
I'd give my soul to pave another path, see a different face.
Be someone else.
Whispers fill my head.
What i want i cannot have, yet nothing tastes so sweet.
My apologies i lay upon the forefront, feeling the wind blow through my hair.
For a second i feel alive.
But in an instant it's vanished.
In an instant i must pull through.
Deceit leaves me comfortably numb.
The pixels of a restless soul.
If you could count them all you'd cry.
