Streets Of Transience

On the run, on the run from myself

Through cold streets of transience

With tearing eyes, without a goal

I'm on the run from tomorrow’s pale white Sun

In the spiral of fading lights

With my still pounding heart in wounded hands

Carrier of the burden of discarded years

Somewhere in nowhere, where rain never ends

And it feels so strange to drown

In the downward spiral of time

This life is a dead end street

Where all hope falls and capitulates

In search of goodness

In thesе cold streets

And I wonder who I am, am I nothing?

And I wonder wherе I stand in life, am I alone?

And sometimes I beg for a little spark of hope

Unheard prayers for an end

On the run from myself

I am the fusion of day and night

In the waiting line of death

I find no rest

Here, in the downward spiral of time

I try to take a breath beneath life’s surface

But my lungs are filled with liquid salt

In the downward spiral of time

Somewhere in nowhere, beyond Eden

Where the rain never ends

On the run from tomorrow’s pale white Sun

Through this ocean of tears and fading lights

Yes, I have lost myself in this fast-paced world

In these cold streets of transience

And it feels so strange to drown

In the downward spiral of time

This life is a dead end street

Where all hope falls and capitulates