Tread with caution
You are not in a dream
I have felt the rose vines growing along the walls of your soul
They cannot hold back the blistering rays of tomorrow’s sunrise
You, the harbinger of tranquility and silence
The shadow that heal the wounds of unfulfilled remembrance
You, who is still pure in a world that is tainted,
The essence of every ode that has ever truly been recited
Find the place where darkness subsides
Conceal yourself among the silhouettes
Bury yourself among the ruins
Mask yourself with the ashes of the fallen
But don’t let the lifeless hands of reality find you