The moonlight blisters my lips;
unconscious of time...
No one ever sees her cry,
Never sees her hurt...
Days go bye
as the time flies by...
Tomorrow is never going to end,
The cold-faced truth I refuse...
I perfect ending is needed for this day of hell
but what can be so perfect to fulfill my day...
I perfect ending is needed for this day of hell
but what can be so perfect to fulfill my day...
Who am I?
From one day to another...
There is no past tense to me
When the subject is of him...
No longer can I do it,
Pretend everything is normal...
Everyday I wake up thinking of what should be,
what could have been and where it all went wrong...
Bloody sap drains, this is broken;
ripped suffering rots in hope...
Fear keeps me from sleep;
I fidget under the covers and weep...