Window to the Void - Cara Neir

Hands worn down 'till no feelings left in my fingers

Stealing air from others to rid myself the stench of dormancy

Not one single window will line the back of this hearse

Lying black and blue in bed

Starting again soon — welcome parallel universes in my sleep

Holding myself hostage

To standards I can’t uphold

Drowned in all my fucking faults

Bleed myself of all warmth

To remain one with the cold

Soul worn down to nil

Inaudible gasps and unique last minute ideas

Don’t let yourself go

Soul worn down to nil

Don’t ever let yourself go