These dreams are just a daze, the past faded away.
These moments echo then erase, not even a trace
of those things we left behind.
The memories lose me, focus on new desires.
And yet, here we are, all the same.
I never wanted it to be this way,
the nightmares into which I have strayed.
I never thought I would venture this far
to become what I am.
And yet, here we are.
I close my eyes, I dream of you, the past we used to seek, in those days, so far behind me.
And I dream of how the nights would end, lying in your arms,
your skin pressed so softly against mine.
That casual glimpse, the moments we kissed, the dreams I will always miss.
And yet, here we are, once again.
Your eyes have changed, your voice so rough, the look of escape shallow beneath your veins.
The blood pulsates and I feel the echoes, and you slowly look back toward the floor.
And I see the same door we both walked through so long ago, so many years before.
And I wonder how we ever made those dreams within this shrouded room.
And yet, here we are.
And as he walks in, the walls grow dim,
the lights fade within the blackness of his blood.
And those lies pool on the floor
as he sees for once who I truly am.
And yet, here we are.
The bullets fly,
the scars no longer hide,
and I eagerly await
my turn to die.
For at last, here we are.
