I left thinking that I would be backnbut I never did returnnif you would forgive me I'd forgive myselfnbut forgiveness never has these termsnthe sky was as dark as the thoughts I was thinkingnit was ignored by the moonnif you would believe me I'd believe myselfnbut believing never comes this soonnnThe streets made a sound only my ears could hearnI was alone with the rats and raccoonsnand your memory keeping me alivenas the clouds moved away from the moonnthen silence it hit me is a way to speak clearlyna way to never say what you don't meannbut silence is useless in cases of torturenit just says God won't intervenennAnd this night like others is a sign for the waynthat the gray air speaks for the deadnthe air is as vague as the thoughts I have nownthat these memories are just in your headnso I kept walking through the clouds that were liftingnto reveal what I'd thoughtnthere was more fog behind the mist that seemed was the onlynthing keeping me from what I soughtnnI turned around to walk back to the placenI had left thinking I would findnanswers to the questions that I shouldn't asknbut the questions can't find a way to leave me behind