Behind the eyes of truth,
lies, misery and darkness.
Cold like the brick walls of an abandoned building,
And whispers in the harsh wind.

Like the restless leaves I drift,
wandering aimlessly through broken doors and broken dreams.
The pedals fall off the flowers.

A dieing world inside me,
longing for tranquility and love.
The eyes of a thousand demons staring into my soul,
and a blazing wildfire inside my heart.

An ever changing heart
and truth desperately beyond reach.
Stretching and finally a glimpse,
and it shatters.
I am left behind the eyes of truth.