Lost little girl, I have been dreaming of,
falling into that sea of chaos,
drowning with each breath you take.
I can't stop the memories that hide
in my eyes, haunting the desires of mine.
I can't see anything. Why won't you stop
these whispers and these hushed words
that tear at my skin,
making me bleed, making me crawl
across the broken blades,
across the broken glass that fall
with me into the lost words of myself?
Careless promises mock my tears,
pulling me away from this world
and from this life. I can't pull back.
Lost little girl, take me far away.
I can't escape this dream of yours
and I can't break the surface of the ice
that traps me within my fear,
my sea, my dreams, my life.
Or is it yours?