• These insane thoughts,
    this drowning battle in two fronts.

    Everything you touch you think will turn to dust,
    and the flaring of this cosmic lust,
    shall drive you dead untill the end.

    You see coffins and only lies,
    waiting to know why,
    as your last hope dies.

    Looking into your eyes through the only hole in this wall of painted scenery,
    you don't know if you really see the world clearly.
    Missing those you love so dearly because you won't allow yourself to give them a chance to touch your heart.

    As you think to yourself is this the hardest battle I've fought?
    How to escape this prison of walls misses your thoughts,
    and even if you could wouldn't you get caught by the thrid battle inbetween the two fronts?