so long

like the wind that fondles the willow tree these things have become apart from me
i dont remember how it felt to be beside you a memory an enemy of regret seems its left me so long to what couldve been
turn away from that wich
seemed like just a stupid daydream turn away from that wich turned into a fucking nightmare

degradation,isolation,swallowed up by your addiction lonelyness and self hate
all these things could seal your fate
i feel like judas iscariot for telling you that it was all just fantasy and there is no god
easier to beleive in the devil
child i know you need faith to breathe in this cold world so keep it close and never let it go