Left in the Horizon

As the sun sets, and the horizon fades to black People disappear into the nothingness, never to be seen again What tries to take root withers and becomes wilted Forever never lasts, it's always just a moment or two Ice laces the cold of night, where my heart has adapted to live Faces fly by like a slideshow on an old projector One after another, they all burst into clouds of dust And the scroll continues rolling outward, the ink still writing When I try to hold on, they slip away, leaving me to fall Sliding down the edge of a cliff, into the oblivion of a canyon As I try to crawl out, voices drag me back downward Ghosts of the past haunt me, I fight against them and beg Am I walking through the landscape of a living nightmare? Am I awake or asleep, who am I, am I even alive? Every hand that reaches out to pull me upward Is a mirage that fades away upon getting a distance closer I walk in a barren wasteland where only shadows accompany And where the light of the moon fails to reach the depths of So I look down with a blank expression and try to feel Absolutely anything that would fill the void inside my chest