Each demon laughing, each taking its turn
Breaking down my spirit
For which now it yearns
…

It’s bitter cold, the wind is, as it moves through my body like a ghost, my overcoat providing no protection whatsoever, except to keep me from shivering my senses loose
…

Miles away, looking at myself
A hollow feeling inside
From out of nowhere it came
“Why”, it screams, says this simple mind
…

I think about it sometimes…
And always I will…
It’s not as if I’ve lost my mind…
I’ve only lost how to feel
…

I want to scream out...
I want to call your name...
I want to be there...
I want to be your blame
…