Tekster: Rapture. Nameless.

i'm sleeping with a knife again
i'm just a drawing on the wall
sooner or later everything falls apart
every day a punishment

I have tried so hard to do right
fought to heal every hurt
every turn I take
leads me back to where I started from

all my dreams
they die on me
and I don't think
there's ever healing it

the days grow long
filled with empty hours
when I wake up alone
with these shadows as my only company

splinters of glass at my feet
silence in her white dress
like dust on books no-one reads
and beds no-one sleeps in anymore

(speechless nameless sleepless alone)

"...the fog is rising"
[Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)]