Loss - Osiah, Jason Evans

White sand and lilac snow

Insults my eyes, I miss the meadows

I fear my beautiful dreams

For they take me back to when my spirit was free

These memories, they rip away at me

I fear my beautiful dreams

They take me back, gift me my memories

I fear my beautiful dreams

They take me back, but I’d rather forget

Head trauma, amnesia

I bite on the heels of my captor

If only for a second he would lose his cool and break

He’d cave my head in true, save me from the torture that’s due

If I didn’t die, god forbid I would survive

Then the brainless husk would inevitably take my place

You take it for granted

The will to survive

You take it for granted

Till you’re yearning to die

Cold hearts don’t thaw

I’m lonely forever

In this world of pain

Your emotions will drag you down

Makes it harder to disassociate