close my eyes so tight it hurtshurt is better than hollowvoid of feeling, of lifea leap away from freedomsometimes here, without even a whisperempty and broken, the gift of death tempts the lonely / it’s cold againnot even the steam can hide the spacethis voice is dyingthe more i give, the less of me remainsnow i’m yours alonetucked away, dreaming of purposebelonging nowhere / lost in dreams of youyour face erased by timewill these eyes know the sightthat opened them for the first timesince that season of death