So if my death awaits,
Amidst all the smoke clogging my little room,
Where should I go now?
For you used to be a light,
And now I can’t see!
Where to I should lead my feet on,
For I am flying,
And drowning,
And stuck,
Oh wait,
I can’t feel my heart anymore!
As if a furnace roaring in my chest,
Tells me to stop,
And I,
Like a cold zombie,
Shiver in a memory of us,
So walk me to the edge tonight,
Walk me where the winds grow colder.
I’d reach out to the empty spaces,
Grabbing on to air,
And I, in my coldest self,
Will fall.