As the dusk rises, the sense of melancholy twists my bones Its reckoning grip upon me hardens It sucks in my soul, like a leech tasting blood
My heart's heaviness binds me to my bed I dare not awake, for the sun is too bright I cling to the shadows hiding from the self I fear no other, but to meet to myself ,to glance at the mirror and face what I have become..
As higher the hopes I've woven, a long time ago Ashes is all about left for it now
There won't be a comeback, for I am no hero For I , has been so many things but now a gloomy shadow
A cloud even hated by the sand dunes A folly, a fable lost in the mist of darkness And weak , disgusted by self A madness inside, a choas to fight I despise the light