the world is damned.
You hide your fear and
think you're safe.
But fear finds everyone
sooner or later.
You hide your feelings
not to be hurt.
You lock your heart
not to feel.
You choose the words
covered with lies,
since the truth might
lead to repentance.
So you run to where
you find your peace.
You run there to find
your comfort.
The place of your own
creation,
place full of hope,
your shelter.
In there you're alive,
in the place
of your mind.
The place where you
release all your desires,
place where you hide
from your own failures.
