The Slow Process of Giving Up

When I bleed my words are blood
When I breathe the air is smoke
When I drink is fire
When I think I'm burning
When I stick my fingers deep in the wound I find that I've left some hate
Is time for you
now
to go and find another slave
and I know you'll find the way

I put my back against the wall
I'm afraid of blinking
I don't dare to turnaround

I think I just heard the sound of a new begginning
but it chooses letting me down.
And I know you'll find the one
and I know you'll find the way...

I try to fill this empty space
It feels like walking thru a maze
And it takes me lower
to a place I'm sober
eventhough I made a toast for the road and my glass was full of haze

Is time for you
now
to go and find another slave
And I know you'll find the haze
but I know you'll find the way

I am waiting on the side of this lonely highway
I know there's no one coming back
I put my wings inside a box
'cause I've been so empty lately
I don't even have to escape the pain,
not anymore,
'cause I am nothing,
just like you...


(December 2009)