In these horror times, Wailing shadows in the mist. We’re looking for someone, Someone to mean so much…
But we’re finding wet stones, Left by the sea, In the sand, skipping waves, Singing lightly songs to keep us company.
We find solitude, in our company, We’ve been looking for answers, All our lives, to be happy, We’ve been trying, trying, trying…
One touch, one contact, one look, It’s all it needs, to bloom beautifully… But we like to keep things close, Promises, swore on pinky fingers.
We’ve been looking, Bleeding our eyes out, Pictures, walls of memories, Revolving, building, our own solitude.
Questions, of eternity screaming, Yell, yell, yell. Don’t keep me waiting, Ask me through all the pain, it’s not enough already.
What have I done? What have I… brought? Did I take this spear? Did I slash my heart with it?
Cut, cut, cut. To pieces, grabbing from the corners of my room. Left alone on a single blanket, The warmth of the air, turns to the cold of the floor.
White smokes of wet air, Leaving my mouth, Getting lost in the dark, Look like spirits crying lonely in the distance.
As I’m coughing, I like to bring the knife, My mouth tasting colorless steel. Pointing at myself, I hesitate to speak.
From the branches of a tree, Hovering above my lifeless body, One heart is hanging, slashed through the middle. It’s beat increasing… in a moment, it explodes.