when
at long last...
Can't feel my fingers
can't feel my toes...
Born in the desert just like a sandstorm,
pulling every inch of strength to strike...
God witnessed my defeat, today,
while I lost one more battle...
It's really cold in here
The place is pitch black...
I may have become bitter,
and as cold as ice...
Alone and helpless
Travelling down a long forgotton lane...
Open my mind to the words
That I have chosen not to hear...
Put me on the ground,
Suck the cold blood from my knees...
What is happening to me?
Do I choose to only see what I want to see...
Lost my heart
blinded by lust...
When I am alone, a whisper comes to me
Seemingly out of thin air...