The fog is creeping in.
The clouds are fading away.
My delusions keep deepening,
But my paths will find a way.
It is you out there
With no mistakes and flaws.
I can't ease my despair,
When the cool wind blows.
There is no feeling
In your cold-hearted forgiveness.
I can, though, keep believing
In its concrete existence.
Your words are a trap
For they are of no conception,
When their lines are making a map
Of my mental deception.