In Pieces

dirty hands dirty mind questions lurking deep inside
of regret of remorse
a life can't find it's course
situation overload life lowered to threshold
the night is now growing old eyes shut and blood turns cold
my life an overload blood-clot of reasons told
inside a mind so tired now
a voice coated in sin reasons still held within
situation overload life lowered to threshold
a mind so tired then reasons still held within
beg shout attention drowned
digging into lower ground
a searching for the sound of silence can't be found
a silence can't be found among this void