My heart shatters in silence,
Beneath the dead of night,
Bloodshot eyes and silent sobs,
Are what keeps me awake at night,
Am just but a shell of what I used to be,
Yes I am still in touch with my past,
Yet its still not enough to draw me back to reality,
I feel each thud of my heart beating,
Yet I am just but a shell of my former self,
Drowning in sorrow, pain and dispair,
Fighting is no use, for I have fought, time and time again,
Yet the end result is always the same,
Is this the life I must live?
Is this the road to my destiny?
Or is this my destiny?
The layers of dirt that surround me speak a different tune,
A tune that only I can disypher but cannot remember how,
For now, all I can do is let my tears fall,
As if to wash away clean my conscience clean,
And maybe in the midst of it all,
Like fog it will appear, what I seek,
Freedom from it all,
Freedom from myself,
For myself.