The night stirs, mocking your paced heart beat,
and the shadows play longing for deciete.
Like the flavourless memories that devour your mind;
you drown in the emptiness of the plague you confined.
Drawing those pictures worth a thousand words,
ready to describe your lost, broken worlds.
Your language is unfamiliar in the ears that will listen.
They don't understand what you are missing.
What breaks you forever makes you weaker,
the heart, spirit and the soul are buried even deeper.
