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No nights has fallen so cold, no wind has soffocatted me so strong, no words has so much
weight, my lungs collapse for this, all i do is picture good old times and creat the one i
want to share my life, like talking to the dead, i look in the mirror and my mind is so
stretched by loneliness that i see them behind me smiling with pride and proudness,
forgiven by something not real, i feel safe only on my own, simply because i feel an army
by my side, they tell me how to make things easier, everything is gonna be al right, away
i have rested, i can hear them call me inside the house like if they were really there,
almost  like if i was part of them, alone in disgrace i drown my pain, on arms of my mind
i feel supported by powerless snakes, but everything is starting to change, i am confusing
my world with the hell outside the house, people are starting to see me the way they are
not, thinking i am posses by nothing positive, feeling i am welcome to the fall of
psychosis, my life twisted with my mind, not a clever move but supportive, people calls me
cold and selfish, i refuse to listen to their petitions, essence left my this house long
on yesterday, my twisted road is hard to walk, i don't know were to go or to hide if i
only could, believing in in something not real much harder than accepting reality, dust is
blinding my toughs, the air is hollowed by devils, now i am trapped in my own creation, i
have come so far to die here, please help me out, i never listen to the world outside, now
i am just standing alone with these devils who do not let me go, i cant stop listening to
them, they have died in vane like i will do too, they refuse and now they hold me tight, i
cant struggle, the more desperation my body builts the stronger they get, my pride has
fallen, my honor to my world has died, my house is falling on me, stuck in these state of
questioning, empty inside, my chest has become a burial of dead dreams, don't force the
dead to save you, i have been absent to this night for far too long, i wish i could hold
hands with my parents and friends again, but i have let go of the chance now, no turning
back, clairvoyant world has become strong, numbered hours passing by, living trough the
life saved, uncovered toughs drowning the back of my mind, i cannot turn back now, altered
by fate, i see you and i know is wrong, i have died long nights before this one, the only
moments i get strength is when the world remembers me, i just wish there was a savior that
helps me out.
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