I Died That Day
Wounded Masquerade
5:12A hollowed-out space Precise, cut clean As if something vital Was removed A vacant space Where a pulse should hammer A quiet, slow drain Nothing will make a difference The weight Of what's not there It deadens the air i breathe Muffling every sound Reaching me The morning light Falls on the floorboards The city hums outside my window It makes no difference Not a wound that bleeds anymore A well of quiet I could fall Forever