By: The Drifter From Heaven
The shadows dance upon the chapel wall,
A silent ghost within the holy light,
I wait for death to answer every call.
With eyes of grey, a silhouette unknown,
A watcher, dusk to dawn—and out of sight,
The shadows dance upon the chapel wall.
I crave for freedom, waiting time to stall,
In anguish, reaching for an amber light,
I wait for death to answer every call.
I look so somber, frozen in the hall,
In stone-grey eyes, a vision—soul in flight,
The shadows dance upon the chapel wall.
Heaving a sigh, my thoughts are now in thrall,
To shun the pain, I cling to Godly light,
I wait for death to answer every call.
I pray for quick death, a redemption call,
To give my soul a home—its final flight,
The shadows dance upon the chapel wall,
I wait for death to answer every call.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:53 AM UTC
By: The Drifter From Heaven
The shadows dance upon the chapel wall,
A silent ghost within the holy light,
I wait for death to answer every call.
With eyes of grey, a silhouette unknown,
A watcher, dusk to dawn—and out of sight,
The shadows dance upon the chapel wall.
I crave for freedom, waiting time to stall,
In anguish, reaching for an amber light,
I wait for death to answer every call.
I look so somber, frozen in the hall,
In stone-grey eyes, a vision—soul in flight,
The shadows dance upon the chapel wall.
Heaving a sigh, my thoughts are now in thrall,
To shun the pain, I cling to Godly light,
I wait for death to answer every call.
I pray for quick death, a redemption call,
To give my soul a home—its final flight,
The shadows dance upon the chapel wall,
I wait for death to answer every call.