Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight

how is it that i'm suppose to know about something, yet i have no clue about it. some things are meant to be kept as a secret. but when everything doesn't make sense anymore. i dunno.. i'm displaying signs of incoherence.

staring at the looking glass, he can't help but to notice the stranger in front of him. analysing the stranger, he remembers seeing that face before, and yet have no clue where, or who for that matter. emptiness fill the eyes of the stranger in front of him. standing there, completely void of feelings - incomplete