We never had much to talk about..
Silence even in the noisiest of rooms..
Whenever i looked in your direction, you knowingly looked away..
Always one step ahead of me..
if you feel like someone is on the other line listening to your begs and pleas..
there isn't anyone there.
you look up to see if he'll answer your calls.
ask for a sign.
I hope you never understand what this feels like..
Where the mind and the body become two separate beings..
Don't help, just watch me wrestle with my conscience.
This is my world.. This is my nightmare.. My Hell.
have you ever felt the breath of the one they call Death?
have you ever tasted the salty sting of Irony?
have you ever smelled the stench of the rotting carcass under the floorboards?
have you ever seen the life of one being torn away from them, knowing that you are the reason that was happening?