Nothing here is bright
Sure, I can enjoy a feast of your moonlight
That I can never reach
Or even lights up the obiturary streets.
I am tired
Ground I step on turn into stones
Cold likewise
The room of the orphanage homes.
I dream too much
Impossibility seemed a shadow on my stage
I wish upon the bleak
Nothing ever last and everything always fade.
I have cried like the rest
I have struggled in a vest
Feed me the rest of your lies
Like you’ve planned till I die
I am here surrounded by the walls
It suffocates me – It watches me fall
It shows me the truth of eternity
Pure dark sights – my destiny.
