Confessor
Miscellaneous
The Stain
today i lost my will to live
it simply spilled out on to the floor
next to the pile of broken dreams
i didn´t notice till i saw the stain
i didn´t feel it trickle out of my soul
(because i feel nothing)
pain had been my dearest friend
it was always there for me
when my dreams crumbled
now i´m left in this
horrible sea of numbness
without any hope
there is no need for pain
so, now i have nothing
i think i died awile ago