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With you, I sleep undistracted, but when daylight dyes our room…

These walls start to bleed; they drip venom in our words

and I spew the unthinkable out:

This should not be, there is no last attempt

It ends now, the clash of two rivals; passion and contempt

Wake me up and leave a rose before you go

Its fragrance will charm you again when it withers beside your stone

In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,

revived by the air I share with no-one

But is this my deliverance or your revenge?

Now each day brings a deafening silence

and when colours fade to one, they attack; yearning and remorse

Tear me down from the trail I walk alone

Without direction, without control

In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,

revived by the air I share with no-one

But is this my deliverance or your revenge?

My lungs burn with your breath and yet my should suffocate without

It's the paradox of two….

In the wake of this madness I feel reborn.

Revived by the air I share with no-one

But is this my deliverance or your revenge?