Dust settling on the shelves of my mind
Lost in a sweltering desert without you near my side
Deep in a slumber where silver bullets enslave me
Drifting in and out of mirages of true suicide
Sear my deep internal battle with witnesses of gold
Stand upon mountains made of frosted black glass
Whisper with the hurricanes the stories of shadows
Paint a master piece with the spider web of my past
Sprinkle salvation into the scars running over me
Burn my ebony soul in the depths of my idiocy
Speaking words from depths unknown to myself
Drowing in a room of lost beings and stupidity
My head was my refuge but it has been breached
Splintered and brought crashing to the ground
How can I go on with these thoughts caging me in
How I can I get lost, if I haven't been found
Enemies unknown stalk me, to taunt with crows voices
Tiptoe along beside me, but the tears stay in my eyes
Listening and hoping for a victory call, some light
When the whole world is fake, is there truth in the lies
