I tried to recount a dream

But I can't remember anything

Sleeping with my eyes wide open

But I never see anything

Drown with me

In the darkness of an october night

Sinking deep

To a place and time where I felt almost alright

I don't hate the winter

But i don't miss the cold

I don't hate your words

But I hate that we're older

The more I age the more I know

Every Step leaves less space to grow

Trade discomfort for a heart of stone

The airs alright but the wind

Chills me to the bone

Frail and fragile

You left me battered and worn

Nothing mattered

Except trying to stay warm

I want more than existence

Something more than cyclic days

I want to feel more like a person

And less like a mistake