Into the nothing I go, and I don't care because I can see through you, for you are in the middle of heaven and hell and your so cold and defenseless refusing to fall and back down always fighting for the small things always down to your last resort and contemplating suicide, but instead surrender to nothing and attack like there's no tomorrow, for you are a animal in which i've become and you walk alone on a boulevard of broken dreams as a raging uncaged monster, always addicted to a certain kind of sadness that would break most people like a twig, with no second chance to get back on their feet being awake and half alive in a blurry world, just moving along as a shadow on the wall always vigilant and headstrong, but continuously breaking inside, refusing to fade and will not bow, becoming one more soul to the call of when a dreamer dies.
