كلمات The Origins Of Ruin

Hand on heart, head in hands The light is fading now, it cannot pierce the darkness Nothing left to build upon Except the mounting fear that none of this was worth it Hand on pen, pen to page Focus though I may, my words have failed Emptiness consuming me The shadows of my broken hope play in the dying night Tears in eyes, eyes wide open Staring at the glass The face I see knows everything -words I've written -letters never sent …only signposts marking out The origins of ruin