Slow Fade

I don't want to remember anything When it began Or when it ended Left silently in the comfort of my cave No answers to the questions Of how and why can remember anything Am I well Or am I Ill Locked in my mind A chance to be free Prisoner of will I wont let me be The song keeps playing in my head The cars, drive The slow fade Slow pain Resort living This padded room Can't hurt my self This hand of doom One week ago I was somewhat normal The fact that I Felt comfortable in the pouring rain Then you left without a trace Without a warning Like the tornado running through It does not end I tried to look for a new beginning But everything I saw was you The medication Creates this new kind of dimension Your Image is just broken glass on the floor And there I try to fix it all And this that's left cuts deep and thorough In a vision I can hear you calling me A voice that calls me near It says "put it to your temple, freedom comes from the release of your pain"