Hope Is Only Skin Deep

The night the sun died, I felt my blood run cold.

No longer touched by its warm embrace.

Though the wolf still howls at the moon,

And with each breath I choke again.

Under a starless sky I sit alone,

Thoughts visit memories of a stranger to long ago.

Although this feeling never dies,

I think back to all those time, when I was more.

When I was more, much more than this.

And as this feeling slowly dies,

I begin to realize, I'm so much more.

I´m so much more

Just like a withering rose, this slowly dies

A life that's drowning in a sea of suffering.

In this nightmarish world a broken man lies,

And prays to escape the 8th circle of hell.

And if you, could see in some dead blackened dream,

The man I was.

And if you, could see in some dead blackened dream,

Though the beast that I've become is more than I ever was.

Although this feeling never dies,

I think back to all those time, when I was more.

When I was more, much more than this.

And as this feeling slowly dies,

I begin to realize, I'm so much more.

I´m so much more

And so it carries on, the struggle that I've faced, one to many times.

And yet every time, it feels like the first and I question why

When the hurt that binds me like a serpent to its prey

Will never let me forget what you made me remember

I'll push through, straight into darkness

I'll break through, straight into darkness