wandering

Arrows of time screaming through my mind.
I may not see, but I'm not blind,
That what I search, I will not find.

I am alone on a road of dust,
Running away from my empty past.
Dreaming a future of colorful lines,
Walking ahead, not seeing the signs.

What should I choose?
What will I lose?

Inside my broken shell,
All hurts like hell...
But I knew this too well,
And still I chose the worse
Because my blood is cursed.

And now I close my eyes
To fly to the skies
And fall to the ground,
Nowhere to be bound...

Through heaven and through hell I'm found
Just wandering around...