Silence in his inner room
Is it a result of his demonic doom?
Life is stored in boxes, too many to count
Ears hurt, from silence and soul-disturbing sound
A lost soul wanders around the staircase
No footsteps, though a steady footpace
He hides in the dark
Anxious for all that grows in God's park
Don't care about the light
Prefer blinds, just darkness, no sight
Fire is tracking him down
He waits, knowing that it will become his crown
Hell strikes, screams of rain
Then, in all it's glory; a rainbow of pain
Silence, not a word, not a sound
Misery is everywhere and all around
