Flawed

Anguished morning comes again

As my heart pounds the same old sad beat

Flawed; the sun can no longer give me warmth

For I even shiver in my sleep

Still, I feel the blaze of the fire

This cruel reality I feed it with my dreams

Yet when you look at me you only see me smile

Sealing my lips, preventing blood from pouring down

Not betraying the sorrow in my soul

Ripping my tongue off, not to scream a proof of desperation

When I taste the bitterness of this life

I plea for more and laugh

Crying my way to death

And I’m standing in the darkness

Contemplating how life can be so steep

Why never there was a guiding light

Only cold-blooded hands that cut so deep

Still, I see the blaze of the fire

This cruel reality I feed it with my dreams

And when there’s nothing left

I’ll take the ashes and coat my face

Moaning the loss of me