It is dark, it is thick,
thick and weaved after the day,
the day that can't get away,
Get away,no theres got to be no way.
Way ,for some may be sweet,
sweet it was for me too,but became a mare it is.
It is in those dark lanes I lay still.
Still I lay,hiding my pain,
Pain to give comes all those ..
Those..why do they come into my lane?
My lane,its my kingdom and my home...
my home,hah..used to be so once upon a time,
Time now is invaded and..
and they won't let me be,be.
Be what I was..
Was I left a broken piece
A piece...when will it rest in peace...