When the world slips away
Just as it did this day
I crawl back into my shell
Is this the deeper I can go?
And
silence sounds different
I take each word as a pill
To sedate me into sleep
A little sleep, a little slumber
And build of
shadows my empires
Adorned with golden dust
Dessilusional birthplace of awe
I awake to a paragon of misery
In search for
sanctuary
Unquiet stillness, silent chaos
pitch dark, deathly cold, so inviting
Here all light is vain, all beauty is
lost...
from altered sanity, echoed a myriad of times
Hear this crying lines...
Tragedy
Sweet, sweet Tragedy.
