staring into the eyes of my own corpse,
the world closes in on me like my grave;
waking up into a hollow nothing ,
the tide washes away all that's left of my life.

frozen and still with ice cold blood,
all liberties of life fading into human vanity.
the perfection of my fall ,looking up with bowed down knees;
pretending sanity in a seething anger;
the betrayal's of my own soul lost in my life;
the truth doesn't matter somehow ,
the lies linger and haunt unerased;
somehow I carry on among the broken dreams.