I sense infliction in the air

it's only me

I'm fucking up old times

it's a remembrance



o this

black session in my mind

o the black



I was too weak to fight

once more I let go

it is a black session

an invitation of sorts



I keep on living in this my only wish

that life will be good someday

I keep on losing my sleep because of this

seems so hard just to stay



so if you come by just this last time

I'll be here

and I will talk to you like

if this had never been



o this

black session in my mind

o the black