Dusk - Edison's Children

Twisted…

Don’t know where the hell i am

Blinded…

Will i ever see you again

Silent…

Regretting the words i wish were said

Deafened…

If only i could hear your voice again

Winter…

When will this november ever end

Bitter…

So ugly just under the skin

Distant…

I can feel you begin to pull away

All that’s left inside…

Bleeds into the falling rain

Haunted…

Is there no escape from your distant memory

Wasted…

Is this all i was ever meant to be

Broken…

Left and abandoned here to rust

Leave now…

Before the rising of the dusk