Mist blurred my eyes Fear blocked my ears I could not see Inmost atrocities
Words... Rip wide inner wounds If spoken out like swords As the prince spoke out daggers
Voices are too weak To perceive secret sanity As to be fault As i still stand open-mouthed So existence turns Into a deadly sequence Of pains overwhelming Their own good precedents
Only i see my scars Ripped again I sustain my past expiating pain
Wounds seem to be healed But memory still Makes'em bleed
Time... Time does not heal When wounds are so real And a heart dies alone
