I sit here facing my shadow
The only thing that stays here
But it deserts me at the cold night
Leaves me rotting in my fear
I feel the daggers through my heart
Each night you are not there
Each burning sensation of pain
Remembering those moments we had to share
Death is in hiding, and tormenting me
I try to keep away from his cold and icy touch
But this life seems to be laughing at my sorrow
This sorrow that is wanting you so very much
Darkest thoughts, my blood runs cold in my veins
My fault of a lost love that was my fault to deprave
I should had held on and never had let it go
The only comfort I see now, is my own grave
But I am forced to dwell forever in my own dark World
A soul that has been stripped bare and left empty
And all I see is the growing blackness engulfing my body
Tears burn my face in this damnation of complete misery
I am not brave to let my blood cascade these festered walls
To cut out this decaying heart with the sharpest knife
I know I must face what is left of my deserved isolation
To be condemned to face the bleakest time of my life
copyright Chris Smith 2009
The only thing that stays here
But it deserts me at the cold night
Leaves me rotting in my fear
I feel the daggers through my heart
Each night you are not there
Each burning sensation of pain
Remembering those moments we had to share
Death is in hiding, and tormenting me
I try to keep away from his cold and icy touch
But this life seems to be laughing at my sorrow
This sorrow that is wanting you so very much
Darkest thoughts, my blood runs cold in my veins
My fault of a lost love that was my fault to deprave
I should had held on and never had let it go
The only comfort I see now, is my own grave
But I am forced to dwell forever in my own dark World
A soul that has been stripped bare and left empty
And all I see is the growing blackness engulfing my body
Tears burn my face in this damnation of complete misery
I am not brave to let my blood cascade these festered walls
To cut out this decaying heart with the sharpest knife
I know I must face what is left of my deserved isolation
To be condemned to face the bleakest time of my life
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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