Through the shadows
Where the secrets hide
Through the sorrows
It’s easier to lie
In quiet colorless corner
Of the kaleidoscope
With meaningless boner
Lost in hope
Giving a lot
Not to feel the agony
Only to have thought
Life’s a comic tragedy
Dead in the head
After knowing love dies
Alone in the bed
Wondering who buries
Unable to speak
Through the tears
My body is weak
Drowning in fears
Nameless face
I’m trying to swallow
Wasted ace
So empty and hollow
The scars made
Itch at times weak
Hidden in a moment of trade
Forever we seek
Pain a path to absolution
Slowly we burn in bliss
Death a permanent solution
Takes us into the abyss