And I stand by my assertion

The sound of the winter rain is my anthem
The melody of somber repetition
It drifts along the blood inside my veins
And echoes in my melancholy skull
Tis a reprieve for my heart from all its pains
A whip to beat my hate into submission
A reminder that I'm more than just a phantom

Why can't I
Find some peace
The rippling in the empty air
The silence is deafening
I can't sleep
One day she'll be gone
And I won't be able to breathe

I don't know
Why I try
Every time I close my eyes
I feel like I'm dying
But it's okay
There's hollow pains inside my chest
I swear that I'm not faking

Lonely little wagon rolling down the road
Wherever did you come from and whither do you go?
Do you carry loved ones or are you full of gold?
Were you made for shelter or for adventures bold?
Or are you just a remnant a ghost from stories old?

Your mind is your own
Only you dwell inside
You cannot be made to feel
You cannot be made to believe
You cannot be made to think
Your body is merely a marionette that can be manipulated
But only when you make the choice
Have you truly done anything