Floating over empty streets. Away from pain, away from everything. Pray that we will survive the night. Buildings falling, the soul vaporised. Watching
Night falls, silence takes a grip. Guilt I retrieved, a burning will to die. I need this to be over before I am bleeding dry. Somewhere along the highway
These things moved me when I turned my back. Now I return with open hands. I found light that lead me to the shrine where children sang and pilgrims
From the skyline dark clouds move in. They shroud me with her cold cover. Eyes like daggers puncture the skin. Isolated in a room with no others. Where
The sun, the light in your eyes, trapped me in a cage. When you saw me you saw yourself. We were the ones that marched and fell.
disappeared at dawn. Standing at the shore patiently waiting. But the waves do not return when she is gone. So he followed her footsteps, to the highway
When the streetlights fade. Warm rain like judgement descends. Their voice numbs me. Speaking words in a dead tongue. I have walked a road that lead