I’m steady trying to transform death to a simple blood stain.
Speaking of blood, blood is on these walls…
The acid is seeping in, and so i’m left to crawl…
watch me concede to your name,
push me or i will fall…

How can I reach my full potential?
In this nothingness vainly searching for the truth,
In the darkest corners of my mind I keep on finding,
The answer to the problem is just me!
Trying to see past this cruel assessment,
This self-deception keeps screaming at me,
No matter how many white lies I keep spinning
Denial cannot forever shelter me.

I died a few years ago in the middle of nowhere
completly forgotten until now, when the winds carry my ashes away,
maybe I’ll win until the dust wears off and fades away.
I am not here
I died a few years ago in the middle of nowhere.

Here I am again witnessing another night of silent cries
as flesh is bared by my bloody hands.
as I whisper promises of no more tears.
The light is fading.. finally I sleep.

I am not here
I died a few years ago in the middle of nowhere.