| An ode to those
|
| Drowning in a sea of dreams
|
| The few that know
|
| The feeling
|
| Something always missing
|
| Sheer pressure of existing
|
| When the emptiness comes
|
| It’s hard to be whole
|
| You have been replaced, although
|
| It’s bitterness that linger, in the place you once called home
|
| Lost in the garden
|
| Where only darkness seems to grow
|
| The sight that captivates, amiss
|
| Stealing a breath
|
| The eyes that resuscitate
|
| In the bloom of death
|
| No, you are never alone
|
| Lost in the garden
|
| Where only darkness seems to grow
|
| Lost in the garden
|
| Where only darkness seems to grow
|
| You are not alone
|
| Waiting for the feathers to fall
|
| Drag your feet, hang your head, walk along the walls
|
| In this labyrinth of thorns
|
| What is left? |
| What is right?
|
| Where memories are born — just to lose their light
|
| The hand that led you here is not to blame
|
| The grip, the warmth, the smile, the fear
|
| Something always missing
|
| The iron in the name
|
| It was always hidden, can’t you see?
|
| When I disappear, promise that you’ll find me
|
| Where the sky and ocean meet |