There are nights when this room is dim,
And the moon hides behind the clouds,
Creatures of the night are muted,
Knowing I must cry out loud
Where the trinkets of youth are rusted,
Where souls are twisted and burned,
Holding back darkness with my hands,
I guess I'll never learn
There are times when I no longer care,
And sit with no expression for hours,
Day and night are both the same,
As I caress these wilted flowers
Sometimes I hear my heartbeat,
But the rhythm maintains my control,
I never say what's on my mind,
'Cause I've never been that bold
A death march echoes inside my head,
And a thousand feet stay in time,
A casket is carried amongst the ghosts,
Everyone knows it's mine
So I'll hide behind these shadows,
Of make believe, grief and doubt,
Sinking slowly from reality,
Like others, I'll never wade out
Copyright; EGHarne
