The night is dark and still
besides the beating rain reaching
for the window sill
and the tears that make their way
to the floor
echoing a heartbeat that shouldn't
be there anymore.
Lightning illuminates my face
reflecting from my eyes the torment
i can't erase
showing to the shadows the demons
i can't chase
the ones that show themselves as
i die in this old place.
yet I've died a thousand deaths
and still I'm alive.
it might be a miracle
if at the end i survive.
