At first didn't believe.
I ask myself now was it all a dream.
Blinded by hope if you could call it that
Hope does not exist, a myth to be exact.
Able to supress all the harshness of this fact
Try to harness it all and put it toward the past.
But eating at me as acid, corroding away my soul
Numbness conquers my body, slowly spreading the cold.
Life lived all seems like such a blur before
Sleepless, so much time wasted but nevermore.
Lidless and alert no longer feeling what I hold
I can feel my fingertips slowly growing cold.
My soul seemingly so scorched and bare.
My thirst never to be quinched despite of any prayer.
Life is too short for sleep is a loss too great to behold
I'll be ever awake, life lived evermore growing cold.