Fragile - October Tide

Small steps

Closer to the mirror

The shame is in the deep

Slipping through a vast form, feeling fragile

With hollow heart, a thin shell, a reflecting art

Still searching for hope

Tear apart the shallow grave, still to deep

Like an avalanche of pain

Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak

The creator is waiting as I seek

Dying inside

Try to hide away from psychic lies

They pull me under

Constant waiting for my relief

Will I ever see the rising sun?

Locked gate until it will be better

Appreciation of the loss

Mind conspiracy of a future healing

The conclusion is safe in the core

With a hollow heart, just a thin shell, my reflecting art

Still searching for hope

I bleed myself to comprehend

A thousand hours in your hands

Plead for answers, not the end

This final destination is not a threat

No more