Things are buried in your thoughts, you can't explain
The pressure is taking hold
Search for feelings that you always will desire,
But never can recall
Embraced by nothingness and shame, the deepest loam
Pathetic in itself
Again, recalling several images of love;
A pleasure forever gone
Fail again
Purity of distant faces in your room
Beneath uncoloured skins
Water is the clear salvation of these dreams,
Located in the soil
You kneel and cry out, asking why your system fails
Waiting to respond
And then the emptiness will flow and wash away
Your pale and everlasting curse
Fail again