The air is gone and my head throbs
My heart is still but i feel
I am not sad
I am not happy
I feel nothing but still
My world is closing
The night is coming
The sun fades
My eyes are closing
Black delights fill sunsets of ice
Only a wolf can see my insights
Poison is a cure only for those who are sick
But a rose can fall to the bottomless pit
Of where the hope sits
Some say hope is lost
Still I feel only hope is the cure
But i still cry in fear of what might never come.
