Torn between two worlds,
The past and the present...

You are my make believe
The one I need to breathe...

Pouring over piles of lost memories.
Slipping past each one...

The moon is often hidden -
behind the shadow of the earth...

My skin has been ripped open.
I lost the will to fight...

The rough cemented surface,
Presses cold against my skin...

Rashes of memories take over,
I remember laughing...

No one answers,
No one tells...

I wont cry.
you cant make me break...

She took the reminder off the wall.
Replaced it...

The planks stood
In exulted glory...

I write to you as a plea.
I'm begging, I'm bleeding...