My life is like a freak show;
always repeating the same routine:
get up, survive and go to sleep...but when you walked in my heart,
you made the cold, dead machine beat for you..only you.
But as soon as I realized I can't have you,
it stopped...
and it broke...
and it swore never to work again.
It was abandoned
alone...once again...
You walked in unexpectedly and left footprints behind.
The footprints that even the eternal snow falling in my heart
cannot erase...
You are the sweet pain of my soul,
the suffer bound to my heart
your eyes haunting my dreams
as I lay motionless
once again, dreaming the sweet dream of pain...the dream of you.
Hugged by eternal darkness that falls before my eyes...
the neverfading emptiness of my dead heart
the heart
the machine
the one whos every part is yours...
the one who is falling apart.