Solitude.

My lifeless eyes have to much to say,

there's a black hole

in the bed I lay;

the hope consumes - the hope is a guide

I stand on my feet,

never apologize.

And solitude is a beast that eats

the echoes loud

of tired breaths;
you can stay there - you can just go
but inside of me
now I feel alone.

'Cause my cold hands need to hold

'cause I feel my needs

have been sold

to buy freedom - a piece of joy

it takes so little

so little to destroy.

Unstable like wind, I should rest

the expectations

in my humble chest.
Solitude is such a beast well known,

I need your troubles
to face it alone.