Shadows haunt my every step, silhouettes reminding that I am the source of pain in others I have caused this, a result of my own selfish needs No regard, and now, a crippling silence like a knife A love like gunpowder What have I done? Regret Stumbling in the dark, in a storm Unable to see, or even feel, each part as a whole "You're holding on to things long dead, let it go This will destroy you" I try to drown my sorrows, but it seems that they swim well These endeavours only ever lead to failure and self-destruction Whispered across the narrows of her gentle breath, reflected in the depths, her eyes of glass She is the sombre sleep of winter's night, the gripping cold of death's first kiss And I remember the last she spoke to me Now, standing at the edge of it all seems somewhat surreal Body and mind detached, as if seeing myself through your eyes, and it's cold Am I a good man? I speak in tongues to mask the message, and I drink to my annihilation