The air is thick with static dread.

A pressure builds behind my eyes.

The silent battles in my head.

They are masked and practiced, giving calm replies.

I trace the cracks along the wall.

They look like roads that I must walk.

I hear the promise start to fall.

But no one here is left to talk.

This landscape only feeds the grey.

There is no sunlight on this day.

I’m living deep inside a world of hurt.

Where every gesture leaves a bitter stain.

I bury every promise in the dirt.

And welcome back the cold, to a familiar rain.

There’s nothing left to save or resurrect.

Just wreckage that I have to watch burn.

I search for purpose on the slick.

The gravity has changed its pull.

The mechanism starts to stick.

The ground gives way to pull me under.

The shadows stretch across the floor.

They mimic what I used to be.

I cannot recognize the door.

That’s meant to offer liberty.

This landscape only feeds the grey.

There is no sunlight on this day.

I’m living deep inside a world of hurt.

Where every gesture leaves a bitter stain.

I bury every promise in the dirt.

And welcome back the cold, familiar rain.

There’s nothing left to save or resurrect.

Just wreckage that I have to watch burn!

I stopped pretending i could mend.

The jagged edges tear too deep.

This journey has no hopeful end.

Just the promises that I couldn't keep.

But in the center of the blackest core.

A tiny ember starts to glow instead.

I don't need shelter anymore.

I only need the path ahead.

I finally chose to disengage.

And turn the suffocating page.

I’m living deep inside a world of hurt.

Where every gesture leaves a bitter stain.

I bury every promise in the dirt.

And welcome back the cold, familiar rain.

There’s nothing left to save or resurrect.

Just wreckage that I have to watch burn..