Instead of the tick tock of the clock

Passing so comfortably

Time is dragging so painfully

That my reflection appears as though

I’ve been left outside for too long.

But I’m too deep in the stupor

To care anymore.

Have ripped up the pictures,

Have broken the last remains

Of that music box melody

What difference does it make

If the pieces don’t fit nowadays?

Things that used to bring wonder

Have now fallen into some slumber

Have lost their charm

Without my angel‘s touch lingering.

The jaded forest is now just a dizzy maze

And everyone shrinks away from my dead gaze.

What else can I do

When my cheeks have lost that glow

Long ago?

Is it really so impossible to comprehend?

Can anything awaken this dormant heart,

Sealed shut in a glass case?

Would I rather anyone try?

What’s the use

When this stupor has fallen through?

Stupor…

Stupor

Late in the dark

That’s when my mind starts to wander

When I’d wish it’d fall asleep too

Oh no, the stupor no longer pulls me under

The numbness can’t stand against the hurt

It intensifies

Ripping my chest apart

Can anything awaken this dormant heart

Will feeling warm again be better or

Would rejection be worse?

At least there’s nothing to fear anymore.