Haunted
Deep in the night,
In which the full moon shines so bright,
I lies in bed awake in deep hours,
For in my dreams there is nothing but pain and spite.
Fatigued by y restless nights,
Visions of my past always appears in my dreams.
What I thought was real was nothing but mere ideals.
I live in a world where nothing is what it seems.
What's wrong with me?
I thought I was over it.
The incedent that was like water under the bridge,
But it was like a fuel waitnig to be lit.
Why? Why does it keep comming back?
Is it really a scar that will never heal?
I try too be happy not to make her worry.
Due to this, I always wear a mask to hide how I feel.
Why? Why am I haunted with bitter memories?
Why do these visions revolve around you?
I chose to agree with you so why do I feel regret?
Why can't I just face the facts that are true?
I feel it... Regret is consuming me.
Absorbing my being and turning me into someone else.
A person whose mind is absorbed by the void of dark loneliness.
The time of atonement comes as the ringing of the church bellls.
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