Innocence shed in the bleak realization Of a night without end
Some days, I want to shrink in on myself, To become nothing, A monster, And forget everything
Desolate silence Echoes in empty confines Of an unknown space
Lies effortlessly blend with truth When they fall from your deceptive lips A soft voice murmurs in my ear, Sickly saccharine sweet
The flame extinguishes, Leaving me empty.