I see where the lines are leading
I know all I am losing
slow
time is taking
a life not worth living
I see where the lines are leading
empty is this life
a portrait, painted all in white
a conclusion which was written
in words that failed to define
vanished from my sight
a hope, collapsing fraught with bright
a well of absence
a will withdrawn
I know all I am losing
slow
time is taking
a life not worth living
I see where the lines are leading
empty is this life
a portrait, painted all in white
a conclusion which was written
in words that failed to define
vanished from my sight
a hope, collapsing fraught with bright
a well of absence
a will withdrawn