its a cozy little chaos
I am the eye in the storm
a stranger in a strange land
embraced by a mournful trance
though beyond this cloud lies no boundary
gently rocking in heavens wake
destined to roam this solitary state
known to myself as the eternal pariah
who found death behind the masks of many
animated figures dance around in pretty shackles
indulge in fruitless conversation to every last breath
embedded by such relentless contradiction
and I silently swell in frustration as the crowds cheer
steal away my attention
again and again
so terribly haunted by your glory
always deprived of simple pleasures
and I'm always standing still
always in hibernation
hidden away from myself
oh how blindly I’ve spun this web
I dream to orchestrate a new serenade
leave behind the masquerade