Black cannot be turned to white,
Not even a dull shade of grey
There`s no way to fix the broken,
With no past, no yesterday
Still the dripping of water echoes,
In rhythm with the beat of my heart
Steadily slowing to the screaming pulse,
I collapse, get slashed apart
Enduringly altered by the scars,
Regret built up year after year,
Blood pours in rivers from my mouth,
Body shaking with devilish fear
Trapped within this realm of nightmares,
Searching painfully for what I`ve lost
Forced to the edge of living life,
Reside in death, my soul has crossed
