Brimstone from the heathen’s wake, scorches A house of untamed dreams, with time we can see, nothing is as it seems.
The ashes from alps await, every moral is broken for debate, embracing the melodies escape, which lead me.
Scouring the minds eye, brings hopeless thoughts. As the master of material, flood a worthless will into the hearts of my brother.
Striving in this valley of mirrors. flirting with a maiden of insanity, who speaks of a new salvation.
Non existent truths spoken by men boasting artificial pride, as they revel in borrowed happiness.
A hungering emptiness growing inside, devouring hate, and pushing aside anything that may cause it to subside. Broken down, constant shame, seeking the same pain which put me in these chains. Living with the vain, who only see the world to blame.
I am the only one, in this False paradise. A prison of non existent guards, doors, and walls. Just a lost man, drifting in a desolate state of mind.
Praying for salvation without sacrifice is blind. I still hope the divine.... has mercy on me, would give me a chance, or just a glimmering sign. I try to do good, yet the design of my mind has led me astray every other time. Inspiration is what i seek, yet my cries for help are often filled with deceit.
A vanished hope..
Silence.....
A broken man whimpers,
As he listens. To the tune his life.
A tedious melody, disorganized symphony.