Rainy mood haunts our minds looking through the agony
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Depression brought by the darkest times
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When hope is hard to feel
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Tell me the truth of heart taht throbs in you
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The rains they freeze me through
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Then grief is like the wound
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Drown in sin with pain that dwells within
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When hopeless views are falling to the past
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As hands not young and strong as before
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We are in ruin
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With the lack of hope, distrust, undying love
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We lie among them bleeding
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The truth of what will come from beneath
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It dwells inside our hearts
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Staring at my windows, black, I see nothing
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But the end
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No escape and no way out
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Stay with me and force me to stay
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Comfort me I live on the edge
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Slave to my own grief
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Do as you wish but I don't understand
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How you could bear all this
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Solitude is a complaint of nuclear tribes
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Effusive feelings bring them down
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No way to ease this pain when hope melts in rain
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The tears from silent heaven
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Pillbox Impressions
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| Sirrah |
