Along some dark corner in my mind,
I never want to return to the place;
of sane dreams and insane hearts.
taking hold of my lost time, stepping into the bullet's line;
the trust in my failiure all absorbing my sins,
i stand drenced in blood, thinking what to do.

hope leaves my heart along the feather's flight;
a road of no return that i am always walking.
the rain offering some comfort along the contours of my bleeding skin;
the end seems no near, and i carry on filled with fear.