In my darkest hour

(Shae Detar)

Sometimes I think
there's no possible way back
to what I was before.
No one cares who you are
Not anymore.

The sun still shines
but you don't get to see.
The dark side of the moon
appears so smooth, so sleek
you can see yourself
through that silver mirror.
But the reflection is not
what is supposed to be
and then the music speaks
louder than words,
playing the saddest chord
you have never heard before

Sad blue
Passion red
My skin is so cold
I must be bleeding ice
and my empty smile
tells the truth
about the darkest hour.

(Suena Pink Floyd "Coming back to life")