skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains move in my path   the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth   My veins are anchored in this city - I am defeated by this lack of conviction   I am crushed - by 800 miles - eyes widened in self loathing   when the fucking dirt proves stronger   than the most pure emotion that I’ve ever fucking had   so what is left in life - but my destruction?   why do my lungs still gasp - when I no longer breathe for you?   where is the truth in my existence - when I have been cut off from   your tender fingertips - all that I’ve known falls down around me   every twisting tree and dead end street reminding me of you   taking me back   a year      my life crawls on without you - amongst the endless snowing sheets   disheartening moments of salvation come to me only when I am asleep   I no longer stomach the denial - hiding the weakness of my being.   the day to day has been a slow blur since you left   only (your) forgiveness sets me free      free      the bridges - collapsing - hillsides are growing fast   the pavement - is shifting - quicksand controls my will   I question life and its true meaning   I am defeated by this feebleness of will   frenzied thoughts arrest my mind   as I descend towards my eminent destruction   the only thing I can rely on - when I lie even to myself   skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains are closing in my path   the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth   My veins are anchored in this city   I am defeated by this lack of conviction   am i already dead? I proceed hollow - unloved   I am our burnt out memory - self muutilation is my mainstay   tear me away - from the pictures of your face   pry my eyes from your written word   tear me away - from the bondage of regret   convince me that I am alive   this is the end - the end of everything   all I held dear - has slipped from my grasp   this is the end - the end of everything   all whom I’ve loved - are fucking memories   this is the end - the end of everything   as I am ripe - for this demise   this is the end - this is the end of everything   I kneel - godless and beaten   I long for moments when my eyes aren’t blinded by emptiness.