Terminal

[Sydney]

The dying spring crumbles to dust
I won't remember tomorrow

The final mistake is cut in
The future loses promise
And now this day becomes nothing.

Even the sky runs away into the red regret
As my hope is pressed to nothing
I cry out until my voice dies

I beg for tomorrow, to bring some form of light

I will never
Be saved.

My own tears swollow to nothing
As my heart is crushed

In that moment.

Even the sky runs away into the red regret
As my hope is pressed to nothing
I cry out until my voice dies

Even the sky runs away into the distance
With the sense of love that I lost
I cry out until:

The uncertain future
Forces the void in my heart
From my own weakness.

Tomorrow I will force myself to live
So that my weakness will take me under.