The Numanoid Channel

The End Of Things

Is that a voice calling me softly?

Nothing in here is quite how it seems

Is that a whisper, searching my fear?

Am I awake or lost in old dreams?

Everything's so cold

The air is so stale

There should be nothing here to see

Is this a warning?

Like in the black book

There can be no one else but me

I see a darker shade of darkness

I hear a shadow hide in the light

I feel a suffocating tension

Within a terrible desire

Everything's so cold

The air is so stale

There should be nothing here to fear

But I am breathing

A child's laughter

Can any part of this be real?

Everything I work for

Everything I long for

Is always just to far

Everything I hope for

Never comes to be

Everything I bleed for

Burns a scar on me

Everything I fight for

Leaves a bitter taste

Everything I cry for

Looks into my face

Everything I scream for

Barely knows my name

Everything I'd die for

Will die just the same

In here

With me

Is this the truth of your forgiveness?

Are you the strangers dead at my door?

Are you the end of this come calling?

Are you the answer I had wished for?

Everything's so cold

The air is so stale

And there is nothing here but me

If I belong here

And this is mercy

Then there is no place I'd rather be

Everything I worked for

Everything I longed for

Was always just to far

Everything I hoped for

It never came to be

Everything I bled for

Burned a scar on me

Everything I fought for

Left a bitter taste

Everything I cried for

Looked into my face

Everything I screamed for

Barely knew my name

Everything I died for

Died just the same

In here

With me

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