Here I lay in my cold bed,
cracked heart bleeding red.
Though my eyes remain dry,
they still search for the light.

Heavily asleep during the day,
I ask the gray sun to stay.
But it sets just to spite,
now haunting the night.

Stars illuminate the sky,
while carcasses underlie.
My dreams keep me in wake,
a fake state of blissful ache.

A simple trigger every now and then,
shows a chain of bad memories again.
I had flown so high, fallen so, so hard.
My heartstrings burned and charred.

Some things now fogged, some clearer...