I roam restless and alone
Sitting between the willowing trees
A suspect of regret
Twisted in webs
While only watching three hours of the evening sleep
and My autumn tears are shared
With masochistic years
However, I know I must go on
In search for the anathema
I declared to have won

I'm inhaling only what I can bare
and I declare as the watcher of the night,
A passerby of flight,
I'm slipping beneath a lie

I search like a nomadic soul
In memories I do not condone
Construing discreetly
The malice beneath me
Like feedback off a microphone
and My fears shall be shunned
By the sound of a drum
But my heart can only beat so much
These feather I've earned
Are worthless; my wisdom is out of touch

I'm exhaling the illegal air
Completely aware, I'm exactly what I've become
A prodigal son
It's no surprise
I'm slipping beneath your trust

I mourn just above the coals
While the ashes burn to fear
Captured by bliss
My amorous dismissed
and paranoid of what could be creeping near
Oh This habitation is hell
The despair will not dispel
It hurts, but my home are now my wings
and I roam restless and alone
Far away from this place, in order to breathe