Anxiety, the cold wind, whistles in the dark
The throb in my head, the ache in my hear
Frantically the tears beat against my skull
I found that I have lost the ability to fall

To fall out of these chains
Soul-burns from the rain
This acid pour of blood
From wounded dreams; the flood
Of acid scraps of tears
Sickening the years
Drowning me inside
These tears I cannot cry