... sleep and never wake up again.
This is his prayer, his only friend.
Lost in delusions he still finds truth
but it's his heart he can never reboot.
His nightmare isn't worth living for.
Blinded by his own stupidity
nevertheless reminded for infinity
that all he had was made to lose.
No matter what he finds, he can never choose.
Strange whispers won't feed his core.
Crawled in the corner of his bed
he's haunted by the words he never said.
Locked his world inside the Scrolls of Time
remaining in the past, the darkness starts to shine.
His empty vessel bleeds out on the floor
With a husky voice he cries out Her name
it's a past gone forever, unable to reclaim
Had she only known his love was worth her strife
would she have still taken her own life?