Reoccuring dreams of dying alone.
Drowning deeply in this pit of shadows.
Sleeping outside the eternal gates of hell.
Waiting for a moment where...
Your kisses still burn inside me.
A candleflame with the heat of a thousand suns.
At night, your voice echoes through my hollow chest.
Day turns to night.
Night turns to day.
The paradox where time stops and life ends seems so distant.
Moments of clarity come and go.
Shadows of what could have been project against the cold walls of my mind.
Bleaching out all foundation of what I thought I had left.
Separate names with a comma.