Psyclon Nine

As we fall, our descent will be through our darkest dreams
Our reflections, just a memory of our lives past
See the world standing still through blood stained glass
You know that the pain won't subside when you're so weak
Embrace the cold breath of truth
And we won't be in this world
To hear the cries of the feeble or the meek
Inside the nothingness
Floods with insecurity
We're burning from within for something we can't reach