Wakefull of dark
Noiseless and calm
The demon grows on

And covers each laugh
My heartbeat turns to pain
Breathing to strain


Dirty rain is dripping down my face
And I know

That darkness in my soul
And I fall, and I'm sick
Life is a (*##$!


You come to me
Into my soul

And I get lost in a hole
You come to me in the same old rut


In the sly
Yearning paints
Another picture of life in my mind

Than his words
Sow doubts and signify
'You could fall'

Too much to bear
I can't stand
Once again


The dark's increasing, I'm blind
I can barely keep me afloat

Forcing myself to carry on

The calm's increasing to a kind

Of an imminent storm
Waiting to discharge
Good sense is on the wane