In this castle where I lay,
With the angels and queens,
As they bow down
To pray.
And in these dreams,
Of which I sleep,
My tormented soul,
The demons shall keep.
And with these thoughts,
My pen does bleed,
Onto parchment composed
Of guilt and greed.
And in this hell,
Of which I dread,
Upon a rock,
I rest my head.
And with these hopes,
My wings spread high,
In dreams of returning,
To that castle in the sky
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
In this castle where I lay,
With the angels and queens,
As they bow down
To pray.
And in these dreams,
Of which I sleep,
My tormented soul,
The demons shall keep.
And with these thoughts,
My pen does bleed,
Onto parchment composed
Of guilt and greed.
And in this hell,
Of which I dread,
Upon a rock,
I rest my head.
And with these hopes,
My wings spread high,
In dreams of returning,
To that castle in the sky