The shadow creeps along the ground,
The soul, waiting to be found...

I gaze up at a star,
As I sit on the beach...

Why am I here again?
It's always the same place...

For everything in one's life
just becomes too much...

Everything's okay,
My defense is becoming thin...

That Sunday
it came...

Black, a pit of darkness,
Black, no going back...

Trickelling,
Sleeping...

One last touch
one last hold...

I'm sick of being fake,
I just want to scream...

Darkness,
My friend...

Death,
Burned...