Flicking through the pages

I feel like it's been ages

Deciding to feel not

Has turned my biggest wrong?

Know not of my regrets

Or all the things I said

To gather a cold head

Out of remains of dread

What did I not do right

In witnessing sunlight?

Then tearing off my soul

Like cloaks from vagabonds

Did I lose all my strength

To laugh and live again?

Or is this just a game

I played with my own faith?

Or was this my own choice

Born on a fantasy?

Was this a ban for heresy?

Why do I still feel drugged?

Do I feel drugged? I don't feel drugged

I ought to carry on.

This path is hard; it isn't hard 

For me to gravel on.

If I lost strength; I'll get back strength

I'll find a space between

To write my songs and sing my verse

Into a place of fear.