Selfdestructive (Forest of Shadows)

Listen, to the sound of falling The decline of a beautiful yesterday Spiraling down a pitch black forever Into the essence of your desperate idea A creation of a weary and exhausted mind Feeding upon its own poisoned fruits And craving for our final decline To let go and be pulled beneath Can you hear it, the lamenting river The river that has whispered our names Once I stared into its cold black eye As if tomorrow would never come Sometimes I wonder if you do the same If you yearn for that deadly kiss Wanting to escape your plaguing burden And reach out for a moment of peace I never thought it would come to this That we would end up in this weary state Like shades of a forgotten eden In constant denial of all that was us Killing ourselves to live a lie Killing ourselves without knowing why Searching for peace but finding pain We are suffering from selfish ambitions