shadows from a deeper plane surround desperate to drag this soul down
I've never been this close to stepping off the edge
thanks to the disarray from the cataclysm of my life
take it back, this black mood that wont lift
please don't perpetuate this horror
I cannot stand this disgrace, this disenchantment
this all to familiar sense of overwhelming reality
it is like dieing over and over again every day
like chasing a light I can never reach yet it never goes away
how could I lose someone that I adore so much
I am left quite of hope, a foreigner in your land
the wraiths will win the second you die