The haze felt like a daze, a nightmare walking
talking to me in my sleep, breaking through
to the reality, this really is just a frugality
with a life so sparse, its hardly enough...
The demons, my demons, are after me
like they really wanna feel what is inside
of me, there is nothing but emptyness
and blood, so hollow, so shallow..
this is how I feel, and all I wanna do is just
now feel, that fact of time flowing by
life, wasted in the glimpse on an eye....
weaving through my despair, her light...