Severance is a deservance paid in paradox spaces
For those who crawl beneath the surface of lies, therefore lie
A slight distortion, a feeling of fear to be near
Though far it seems, from all those grieving tears
There is where I lie, or maybe I lie
When the tail-lights sparkle
To the shame of a fallen star
I survive
When the tears roll up to those gods in heaven,
I paint a smile so senile to know
But the howls and the crimson night
As though offer some respite
From those mistakes once made
The cocoon of darkness crumbles
Letting the guard and the soothe of shadow down
Silent, I now hear not a sound
Crumbled and neath the shattered,
There is more, not just the gloom we adore
But the scent of a recluse,
So clear, so close
Eyed to the blank light
There is much more yet to be revealed
The pathos that made the epic tales of the old
Now to my broken chariot, serve as a shore
Swimming home will never be easy
But how hard can falling into the black be?