This is the darkest part of my imagination, my battle, I hold my own. I stand still in time, and watch my memories fade away. This cure to my sickness, I believe in a cure, I believe in a remedy, I believe in the truth. There is no relief for the living. Take my hand, and take my side. Cross the line, the polarity of my dreams. Under my imagination. I am missing a part of me, only you can fill, as love takes over my body, my suffering is my own pride, end my personal war, end the scars that haunt my body, draw the line, and show me the meaning of life. Believe in my light, my life is getting old. You haunt the shadows of my mind, with you voice, whisper me sound asleep.