I feel nothing anymore.
It's like I'm lost.
Gone from the world.
I'm the cold missing it's frost.
I'm the trees missing it's roots.
I'm the sun missing it's heat.
I'm the guitar without it's strings.
I'm dead, but with a heartbeat.
The blood flows from me,
But I don't feel it anymore.
For every cut I give,
My body begs for 10 more.
I can't breath.
I can't see.
I'm a bird in a cage,
Waiting to be set free.
The blade is my key.
My heartbeat is the cost.
And maybe when I'm gone,
They'll finally see what they lost.
