Silhouette of a Death
For many years I could not see, The wreckage I laid behind me,
Buried myself in a pool of red, Closing around me everyday,
Fascinated with destruction, I will thrive in my own demise,
Look at the choices I've made, Look at wounds of love and war
All the silent screams, They could not change,
The wind blows as it may, It leaves me to my fate,
I cannot wish for another chance, My pride gets in the way,
I can only fear, This is only but the beginning
So I sit and lay in the waste, A product of my own unbecoming,
Mesmerized by the fact I'm dying, I cannot live,
In this trance that will not break, I cannot care,
I scratch at this burning in my heart, Only knowing it gets worse
All the silent screams, They could not change,
The wind blows as it may, It leaves me to my fate,
I cannot wish for another chance, My pride gets in the way,
I can only fear, This is only but the beginning
Only one thing I see but the end, One thing clouding my vision,
One thing that has me in this state, One thing that buries me alive,
One thing that could save me a demise, One thing that never felt,
Only one promise that could have been kept, One someone that never loved me
All the silent screams, They could not change,
The wind blows as it may, It leaves me to my fate,
I cannot wish for another chance, My pride gets in the way,
I can only fear, This is only but the beginning
