Shelterror: Echoes of Yesterday.

Less than a pure pitch black,
My head's fixated on words that never mattered anyhow.
I'm nothing more than a stupid kid,
And my mind's stuck on what has been killing me.
Searching for myself under newly paved roads,
marching blindly towards bridges that are best left burnt down.
Thunderstorms and hangnails always bringing me down.
Anything that happens in the city of Atlantis
Starts to fester, left with rotten carcasses
Bleeding into the sea that allowed us to drown.