The wait has made me colder.

This world constricts my frail body. Eliminated whenever there is a flaw. Not good-looking, not intelligent, not a soul by my side.

I want to fight but I know it is pointless. It has been experienced, I know the ending. I find it much easier to let things go now.

Look here, I know, you don't. The face is no longer a form of expression of my true feelings but a tool I use to let the others have the impression I want them to have.

Tired of fatigue of other people's broken lies. How I wish anybody knew.They must be still thinking I am in pretence, but you will never know.

COLIN at 8:14 PM | Fading soul

Those bright lights shine no more, I live with a dark shadow overhead