In a dying world I am alone
I reached out for what I thought was a hand reaching for me
But grasped only the silent, icy air
Realizing too late
That it was only a wavering illusion
Some dim and quavering memory
Of a time when I was whole
I weep...
Thick, oily, black slime that collects in my chest
A miasma of my dreams, my hopes, my thoughts
A reflecting pool of everything I've lost
A whisper...
Sometimes, we're not worth it
Sometimes, we don't have the strength anymore
Sometimes, it's better to give in
Dances through the trees
Singing a comforting lullaby as it stirs shadows that dance in twisted lines past my mind
THE FACE OF FEAR
And yes, it's cold
Alone here in the shadows with only you to walk beside
Paralyzed by the look in your eyes
Feeding off the fear inside
Till I am numb again
Remove the stain of humanity
And strip me down to soul
