The silence here is a scream that never tires I stumble over fragments of what we called whispers You turned my open sky into a ceiling of stone And now this void is the only home I’ve ever known I feel the poison coursing through my veins A cold fever teaching me to break these chains My eyes are burning, but the tears ran dry long ago Just a ghost lost in the eye of the storm. Don’t touch me! I’m a minefield of memories! ...Or am I already there, waiting to decay? WAITING TO DECAY! The scars on my heart, they’re still bleeding out! I cauterized with solitude but I’m still filled with doubt! The blade you used was soaked in eternal venom! I’m walking to the edge of the world to find my heaven! The horizon is black and white... The cure is to forget... Or maybe... The cure is becoming the poison myself... Becoming the poison... The poison...
