Spirals never end
Straight lines never bend...

Twsiting around my mind
A torturous disease...

The melody,
Of all these words...

I wanted this.
I keep telling myself that...

Forgetting all the shadowed days
Looking for the other ways...

I stand here alone,
The voices screaming...

The sadness in her eyes,
The pain in her cries...

I hesitate in the doorway
Of reality and the nightmares...

I hear the voices,
Inside my head...

For the The paper,
At first white and blank...

The night isn't over
There's sorrow to come...

The night
Comes down...