…dreamish…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Mist from a broken tree fills the air around me
Blinding among the dancing shadows, each deep breath allows me to see
Ignoring the red flowing from hands heavy by my side
The moon tells me tonight, there’s nothing left to hide
Slipping into sleep
I have only tomorrow to keep
Once step into a bad path down a wrong direction
The numb feelings held near I know are an infection
Another excuse, another reason
To tomorrows better choices, I give known treason
Oh well once again
I repeat back then
Far from anything perfecting
I give into again, personal neglecting
Till tomorrow
No sorrow