I don't know what I'm writing anymore.
This pen in my hand has a life of its own...

*the second installation to My Dark Reverie*
I stood where I was laid to rest...

One night, I stood on an edge of a cliff
Where everlasting sorrow awaited me beneath...

At night, I lie awake counting the days to when I...
I fear that day may come too soon and it saddens...

My anger was the cause of my displacement.
Seeking the truth is what I lived for...

I have hurt a friend before,
But not as bad as I have hurt you...

There's something that haunts me
Something that taunts me...

Letting out my hate and love.
Living in a fountain of lies...

Release me from this pain I feel today
Don`t believe what they say...