Visions of a living darkness
Monsters coming to rape your soul
Shadows moving from wall to wall
Suffocating prisoners of a deep slumber
Colors slowly fading
Leaving room for obscure shades of vermillion
Patterns like blood, like gore
Like tortured corpses hanging from black ropes
Sanctuary of terror
Horrors away confined
Like secrets locked in forgotten closets
Dead's whom life has been denied
On wings (on wings) of crows and ravens (of crows and ravens)
Traveling towards nothingness
Hostage of the flowing of time
I cannot distinguish one day or another
It's flowing and I can hear it around me
While slowly erases particles of what my eyes feel as reality
I thought I had everything a man can wish to have
But my hands were empty and my heart was cold
I thought my eyes could challenge the sun
My blindness is the result of my braveness
I thought I could stand over the top of the highest mountain
But the fall showed just how fragile my bones were
I thought I could survive death and live forever
But my carcass is the answer to that dream of eternity
And now nothing is left, I don't have anyone to help me forget
How stupidity has been made man
How uselessness has been made flesh
And voices out there
Like moaning of infants separated from the womb
And still, I feel my eyes turning blind
In an endless mirroring of pain
Convulsions make me feel alive
But there's no life because you know it's just a lie
Immortality of the human thoughts
Just a stain of ink on white inanimate sheets
Just a sequence of sounds
Like tales from father to son...
Creation of emotions to justify a stillborn life
And we keep telling stories
To people around us and to ourselves
Trying to escape those shades on the walls
That suffocating slumber which keeps us prisoners
Trying to color the world out there
To make it look less miserable of how it really is
We keep lying, not to think we are dying