Text: Confrontation. Uncertainty. After The Storm.

Silence surrounds me as I walk through this maze in my head.
I've come to realize I'm never getting out of here alive.
Bringing life to this wasted place has never seem so far fetched as it is tonight,
its not a gift of life as it is a sentence to a slow and punishing death.
One failure after another have shown me that everything falls to its own weight
and after this storm is through the sun will shine again as well.
So wear your scars proudly for they tell your tale,
memories of words unspoken when no one else could save you but yourself.
This is your only chance and when darkness comes and this all ends
the only thing they'll ever remember is what you did, not what you said.