I’m working harder at love than I ever have before
Trying to hide all these buried superstitions in a
living masquerade
There are things that I’m sure are mine, I feel like I’m doting into nothingness
The void is stiflingly deep, and I am swallowed down into everlasting emotion

The world is turbulent, I’m knocking at your door but you refuse to answer
My hands are ice-cold, the skin rips from the bone, but my fist beats in-synch with my heart
Pounding against your heart, looking for warmth, but there is no sign of consolation
Inherit in my bittersweet urge to meld your world with mine

Only sheep need shepherds; I try to make it on my own, but there is a void in my chest
Stiflingly deep, swallowing me down, a love shimmers in the rain and reflects off the fresh snow
The gray skies aren’t opaque enough to contain the light of your sun; it blinds me
Every time I try to look for your smile in something that isn’t there

I make one final stand, risking everything just to know the truth, everything else driving me down
Do I have any chance with this vixen that robs my thoughts, plagues my mind?
But I come back for more everyday - a drug this abuser is addicted to and will not relinquish
Is it even you I love or just the premonition of loving you? I can no longer tell

Beaten up by your tormentors in past lives, can you not see that we are not all the same?
The sky is dark this morning, the air is frigid, and my hands are cold
No birds sing my song, an empty vacant silence my only chorus of the nightshade; I want to
Believe we exist, but no one speaks, no bird sings my song, so I do not know - but I will try