Caught in a storm,
I miss the silence your eyes held
Pretty faces blur around me
And voices crescendo
to a damning conclusion,
That It's your face i miss

Forgetting you is a useless feat
I realise, as I look for your essence
In all the wrong places
So i shall keep you as a souvenir
And go on my merry way to hell
Barefoot and bleeding

I keep running away from you
With spears on my bony back,
Like a fallen angel looking for cover
I stubbornly fight alone,
These petty demons
That only seek to hurt me more