A mystic echo plunges and ricochets off the wall,nthe drops of blood are the only sounds I hear at allnIf anyone besides my shadow could break my fall,nit would save these painful cries for help, I call,nbut the soundwaves get lost in the air,nin this world that doesn't sharenI've torn out and dissected each feeling I can bare,nall I see is the same four walls, numb as I starenLaying on the carpet, soaked with what has kept me alive,na bitter, crippling taste gears my life to begin its drive,ndown the long, narrow road, where the spirits thrive,nplaced together in a pool of harmony or hell, my body will divennA open bridge to start my day,npushing the nightmares awaynIf all fails in the end, fading to grey,ncrawling on the ground, collecting my drips of decaynnA recharge of faith never works, a dreaded, morbid oath,nit builds up to collapse, a shockwave of failing growth,nthis paralyzing effect creates the demons that I loathe,nre-occuring dreams devide their hate as I hide and clothe,nthe dim light behind the glass from meeting my face,nas the sun quietly sets, it sprinkles its rays around my place,ndarkness begins to swallow the room as if it were a race,ndisappearing before my eye, no object leaves a tracenAlone for once more, I play my games again, I pull the shortest strawnagain and again I lose to my own flaw,nI see the outline, yet still I destroy the thought to draw,nthe scar this bullet will leave, the feeling so painfully rawnnA open bridge to start my day,npushing the nightmares awaynIf all fails in the end, fading to grey,ncrawling on the ground, collecting my drips of decaynnThe river begins to flow,nbut that's the way it should go...