The Vagrant

Now that I must be cutting through

Grief and loneliness

Night seems to chase my day

Fatal pain within the shell of a man

Already dead by departure

Your ghost

As a signal of cruelness

Covered by your denial

Sorrow sung by the wind down my spine

Charmingly

Rushing memories

Can't I run away from the light

You can not even tell a lie

You can not even tell a lie

Saving words for the damned

And I

Here to be

Here to stand

Dying slowly and quietly

Given the time on my hands

And I

Condemned to the darkness

Yet you put up a wall

Not to read my demand

Not to hear of my fall

All alone

Walk along

With the fear of being alive

In this dream of your eyes

In this void of a soul