PLOT
Fighting For A Lost Dream, Damning Realities Rise Up And Wither In The Sky, Hours Choking On Seconds As Breath Becomes Thicker Than The Encore Of Misery. Solitude Painted With Trauma, Roaming The Noiseless Day, Taking Pieces Of My Numbness And Burning In The Embers Of Your Hollowed Corpse. Every Scarred Inch Of My Softened Soul Confined Within The Heavy Burden Of Remembrance.