Within these darkest walls.
As I write these lines.
In this domain of decay.
Words fall on the soil beneath.
Enfold, embrace, besiege, swathe.
My domain.
Within these darkest walls.
How can I be human?
They say they are blind.
Smearing ashes across glass.
In this forest of harbored thoughts.
There's demons in my mind.
And I entrust myself to the lure.
Of leaving this existence behind.
1 | Circle of the tyrants |
2 | Morbid tales |
3 | Cherry orchards |
4 | Dethroned emperor |
5 | Mexican radio |
6 | The usurper |
7 | Drown in Ashes |
8 | Wine in my hand |
9 | The heart beneath |
10 | Nemesis |