Gun

Secrets hidden in the furthest corner of my room
Lurking behind my headboard as I’m trying to fall asleep
I haven’t got any peaceful sleep since my world ended
I’m restless and tired and broken apart
I’m a shameful remain of what I used to be.

When I open my eyes first thing in the morning
There’s already the dark shade hiding under my bed
Sheltering in the dark shadows from the light
The light it oh so much fears.

They are waiting for me in every threshold
Patiently waiting for me to pass by
Anxious to jump at me and make me fall apart
Once again
Break the already broken remain of a shattered ancient vase.

It was always empty anyway
So it doesn’t matter
It shouldn’t bother you as much as it already does
Because it’s well-deserved
So watch it reduce to crumbs with no mercy.

Naïve eyes that used to see the sky so bright
They now see death and hate and coldness
The colors were so clear and defined
Now the world looks only in all the shades of grey.

Things I swore to God I’d never be
They’re all I’ve become in
Today I’m everything I feared to be, or to watch, or to come in contact to
When there was still hope for me.

But the monster can’t bring itself to regret being a hideous creature
If it has experienced the true meaning of life through it
The planet can’t afford to regret the meteor collision
If it brought life to it
Even if that life itself is the one that’s killing it
From the inside
Like all the things that eventually mark the end of us.