Through the dark

Crying by the sunsets;
What we have to offer?
Your guilt, your dreams,
They say those are immaterial.

Words keeps on transcending through you,
Eyes keeps on whispering to you;
You run away but there's no escape;
Maybe a hope, soon to be dead.

Ask what care knows of pain?
What struggle knows of reality?
Each time you rest your head,
It's like a fight with no prize.
No wings in your back,
No Angels to fight you through;
Killing parts of yourself;
Ride of a lifetime, the pretend.

Tick-tock the clock goes,
You try to catch and haunt the moments;
But you get up and fall back;
Everyone knows it's you to blame.

Crying by the sunsets;
How can we be more cursed?
Your screams, your terror,
They say those are immaterial.