Foggy dreams
in the whispers of the morning
Realms of sin
entices thy mourning
In perpetual daylight
I will seek solace.
Of sorrow and woe
and tales of tomorrow
The one which hurts me
is the one singing with glee
Pivotal silence
swaying with resonance.
I shook off the helping hand
as I returned to my ceramic tiled haven
or a prison of dread?
Tis to understand
follow thy heart
for it's there you shall find the answers to the night.
Cast of thy worries
for gentle is the breeze
But there's still a stone
in the place thy heart once dwelled
For nothing seems alright
in my embrace of despair.
So pray my brethren
for doors of doom soar upon us
neither action nor fate will loosen it's sinful wrath
In this time of uncertainty
in this time of woe
May God be with you always
and never lose sight of thee.










