Fragile (October Tide)

Small steps Closer to the mirror The shame is in the deep Slipping through a vast form feeling fragile With hollow heart, a thin shell, a reflecting art Still searching for hope Year apart the shallow grave. Still to deep Like an avalanche of pain Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak The creator is waiting as I seek Dying inside Try to hide away from psychic lies They pull me under Constant waiting for my relief Will I ever see the rising sun Locked gate until it will be better Appreciation of the loss Mind conspiracy of a future healing The conclusion is safe in the core With a hollow heart, just a thin shell, my reflecting art Still searching for hope I bleed myself to comprehend A thousand hours in your hands Plead for answers, not the end This final destination is not a threat No more