Futile - Dying Passion

After the sleep

When rest of the day is so futile to do something

You can’t go back to bed

You’re trying to find excuses for wasted time

Between four blank walls where your regrets live

It’s hard to stay calm when you are all alone

Sleepy eyes, where have you been?

Right between illusion and dream

Constant lies

You have believed those empty words

Lead your hollow life

Fade like steam, find some place

Where you can’t hear your judgment

Tomorrow you will sleep and live as it should be

The dark river can turn to the omnipresent agony