Small steps

Closer to the mirror

The shame is in the deep

Slipping through a vast form, feeling fragile

With hollow heart, a thin shell, a reflecting art

Still searching for hope

Tear apart the shallow grave, still to deep

Like an avalanche of pain

Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak

The creator is waiting as I seek

Dying inside

Try to hide away from psychic lies

They pull me under

Constant waiting for my relief

Will I ever see the rising sun?

Locked gate until it will be better

Appreciation of the loss

Mind conspiracy of a future healing

The conclusion is safe in the core

With a hollow heart, just a thin shell

My reflecting art

Still searching for hope

Tear apart the shallow grave, still to deep

Like an avalanche of pain

Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak

The creator is waiting as I seek

Dying inside

Try to hide away from psychic lies

They pull me under

Constant waiting for my relief

Will I ever see the rising sun?

I bleed myself to comprehend

A thousand hours in your hands

Plead for answers, not the end

This final destination is not a threat

No more