Sometimes, when I can't sleep
The shades around whisper in my ear;
A neverending sorrow in a pointless trip -
Just dead cadaver eyes without ability to fear.
Sometimes, when I am drowned inside
I see a razors cutting parts of me;
Sometimes I see the spirit of my bride
In memories, just never meant to be.
A neverending sorrow in a pointless trip -
Just dead cadaver eyes without ability to fear;
Away in the lap of the night I hear silent weep -
A voice with no body, a cry with no tear. ...