Testo: Wings of Azrael. Suspension Of Disbelief. Auburn Road.

The sun sleeps and so does the mask that I wear in the light to hide my face. The world doesn't know who I am. The moon rises up, and with it, the trembling fear that has frozen my blood. I wish I could sleep with the sun, let its rays be the warmth I have missed for so long. Even if its fire engulfs me, at least I'll be warm... The air is so cold that I can't breathe, my last leaves falling at my feet. Am I awake or dreaming? Should I open my eyes or tear off the lids? Words cover the ground over which I speak. Fog rolls in and I can't see what's standing right in front of me. I'm blind but I feel you... I'm not alone. I can't stop. Get out of my mind. These aren't the lines that are taking your life: I try to, but can't help you. These times I know I'm wrong and you're right again, you're right again. I know... I know I'm gone. They rape your mind in search of bad memories to keep you in line. You're right again, rest is a chore when your dreams become harder than life. We're so far apart now. If distance makes the heart grow fond, then why am I losing you? This time, I know you're wrong. I miss your heart and the body it's in, but I can't help but feel like I'm losing you. When I come home, I know you'll be gone