My consciousness is way up in the stars
The distance between me and the key to open my heart is much too far.
I've become sarcastic.
Very soon I'm sure I'll go sadistic.
Already I'm pessimistic.
I've lost all sense of physical feeling, someone help me to a clinic.
I've changed so much, for good or for bad?
I've detached myself from life it's almost so freaking sad.
I say it's not because of her.
I know I'm lying to myself, I just don't wanna share.
The Rava in me is gone only Vatu remains.
I know nothing else but sorrow and pain
I thought I had let her go but my head is filled with her face.
There's no escape from this not even cold, dark space.
I gave out so much, what a waste.
Maybe what I gave out was my last, I couldn't match her pace.
My heart was big but she drained it of life
To the very extent that I saw my own blood on a knife.
My empty cocoon of a body refuses to feel anymore.
It refuses because the hole where my heart was is just a big sore.
There's no colour in my eyes all I see is black and white.
Why resist? Why fight?
There's no point, my heart knows no more light.
I'm not mindless just heartless.
No happiness just blood raw sadness.
My future is now an unlaminated sheet.
The demons guarding my heart are like a ship fleet.
It's all the same, even all for the better.
I guess I don't regret ever writing that bloody letter.
- BlackHeart
