Hermetical Desolation
Afraid of the normal world and desperate to leave reality behind
Hiding behind the shell of comfort and seeking solace inside
Away from man and his failed ways of existence
Feeling sick within mind around them, better to keep distance...
Apathy sets in, what is the purpose of anything?
When was the last time any passion in life was sentient?
Self loathing dominating the ego, for the esteem died years ago
Or did it never exist in the first place? An empty face...
Twisted emotions fighting to break free
Wandering endlessly through the tall trees
In the distance comes forth a cold breeze
This frail body begins to freeze
Cold shivers in the dark light, pale shadows cast their eerie flight
Tormented by day as it drags deeper into the depths of night
Reality and night(day)mares become one
With the dawning of the glowing red sun