In the land of love
Time is inconsistent
Seven days feels like seven years
And the heart cries lonely tears
For it knows the inevitable, and fears
The permanent absence will make his heart sear
He\'s afraid if this continues
Hope of a \"forever after\" will cease
Causing a rapid decrease
Decreasing mind, malice afore thought
Asking himself, \"why? Is it me?\"
Of course not.
But I blame me, guilt embed in my soul
No reason, no option, one goal
To pay the pain toll
The only problem is
The toll is ever increasing
My sins releasing
My demons insisting
Lost in my own mind
My own worst enemy
Waiting for the shadows to come and get me.