In the things I breathe no more
In the things I breathe no more,
I wish to breathe once more.
In the things I hope no more,
I wish to hope once more.
It feels day without night
and night without day,
when the only existence I know
fail to see far away.
The abuse I took towards self
was frantically stronger in mind
but beneath the layers weaker.
The damage through self abuse
made its way through the evolution.
I asked one thing after losing one
but I'm losing one thing after losing one.
I can't ease the disease,
thought it would cease,
but I can only ease when I cease.