Deathly Relief - text

A memory wounded
torn up by reality, a dream to trust on
leading straight to insanity.

Getting dark the way
to the ones who are lost,
breaking as crystal,
melting like frost.

Follow your own way, never give in,
your final day will come,
will come at last.

As night comes daylight dies within
along with hope it turns to dust.

The signs are clear
unknown and relentless,
the truth shows up
divine though faceless.

Living in shades,
frightened to fall,
sorrow has stolen
the meaning of it all.
Surrounded by light,
I will be the darkness
in my deathly relief,
I'm the second sight.

Follow your own way, never give in,
your final day will come,
will come at last.

As night comes daylight dies within
along with hope it turns to dust.