Draining - For Selena And Sin

Inside a hollow room he floats in a mist of memory

Transforming a life that holds thousand deaths

Suffering one, as weak as crestfallen essence

Inside a hollow room, he struggles the pains climax

Draining the purpose to exist

Crossing the gates of consiousness, taking ecstacy of grief…

Did I swear understanding?

To leave these tragedies for me?

For this life holds no more but a view;

a solemn colour to the hanging trees

A celebration of my own

Troubled eyes of my inner self

…wide open, blinded by fevers that devour

A little drop of heartblood, a precious drop of pain

Fragments of passing days, draining this life away

…and so I lose myself, I close my eyes

There’s something deep inside that has already died

…draining, fading away…