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 | A Dying God Coming Into Human Flesh |
2 | Circle of the tyrants |
3 | Morbid tales |
4 | Cherry orchards |
5 | Dethroned emperor |
6 | Mexican radio |
7 | The usurper |
8 | Drown in Ashes |
9 | Mesmerized |
10 | Wine in my hand |