Lost Notes V
I hate this. Why can't I live without going back and revisiting my past?
I don't want to sink into the pool of ink again. I can't stand being
alone with it anymore. It takes away my freedom; it takes away my soul.
I'm afraid I've lost myself again. I don't want to let go of the grip
that I hold. There is no bottom, there is no light; I'm lost in the
transparency of day. No one sees, no one hears; I'm desperately looking
out of this mirror. I'm the reflection, no longer the being. Take me
away from these shadows of night.