Note: It was originally titled "Dots and Spaces", but I changed it. I still don't like this one that much :S
Five minutes to midnight...
Stains on the pillowcase that are my tears
Five minutes after midnight...
Tears I cried for such long years
I cry as if I am consumed by guilt
It feels like I have nothing left
And I weep for all that I could lose, yet
I wail for the star that awaits up ahead
My hand trembles...
It feels as if I am overwhelmed with grief
As I go on crying
My heart slows the beats...
As if I am faced with hate
As if I can't collect my remains
It is filled with confusion, this
It is strange how my memory keeps points of light
while around me deep shadows growl in rhyme.
I can't see...
Strange how I can still breathe...
I feel like I am going to die
I am about to call on my repentant sins
But my world is resounding with relentless ticks
I cling to my dream of a forever
I am a believer, I know
But how could I still be so unsure?
My lips are dry...
I need a smile
These chains around my heart..
I long for an escape
Where is my voice?
I cannot hear a beep...
Where is the real me I really want to meet?
Breaking loose...Setting free...
It sounds so personal, yet, in a way, it has nothing to do with me...