| I saw your face so close to mine
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| An icy breath rose from your lips
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| When I tried to touch your pale skin
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| I was falling with my thoughts through time
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| And I woke up tonight
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| Another endless hour and I feel I’m alive
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| I’m turning over again and I attempt to cross the line
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| Where only nightmares are waiting for me to die
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| Smudged blood all over my face
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| The cracks in the mirror distort my unbearable self
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| A sequence of the morning after and the days to come
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| I killed the rising doubt — but the scars will never disappear
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| I killed the rising doubt — and no one’s left to interfere
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| So am I still unbowed — With the stakes and thorns inside of me
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| I killed the rising doubt
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| I heard your steps so close behind
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| A cold draught caressed my neck
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| And a blurry picture of you
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| Dissolving when I turned my face towards the light again
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| My skin is burning, I’m going blind
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| And I find myself back in this empty room
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| A fragment of a shattered world right next to me |