‘This Sunday,
My Head is empty,
as I disregard time,
between reality and fantasy,
I have found my insidious prime.
A Breath away from the northern spirit,
here I am, alone, between our lifetime.
In these shadows I walk my path
and conquer the al mighty misty meadows.
To wander between two breaths
as I have seen my darkest rose.
To this day, with uncertainty,
earth has been my prose.
My voice is silenced,
not known, because not spoken for
but heard, half heard, in the stillness
between two breaths of the war.
As I arose, not alone, with my voice
hidden in the twilight of humanity to explore.
By the enemy in my stillness
why have I not heard the screams in your lore?
My sight is hollow,
therefore, shall I open the truth
from deep within my abandoned place.
Lingering over my spirit
as I try, and try, and try to safe my face.
Seeking for my grace, beyond the eternal maze,
below the rivers gaze, hidden in the darkest space.
There I fond my last memory
that I tried, and tried, and tried to erase.
My ears are quiet,
while I follow the labyrinth to your ohm.
The distance between reality and fantasy
became my enchanting home.
From misty skies to hollow stars
I uncovered the shadows in the deep night.
The silence deafened me
while the shadows told me about their fright.
Lost, but yet found, in the sky
therefore, Have I feared the devilry’s immorality.
Where I longed for my own muse
As I dance with no music between the waves of reality.
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