Surrounded by darkness in a room full of light.

A pattern of hatred set off by the flame of fate.

Your thoughts like ice snap the passion.

Inside a burning stone temple dazed by a dream.

The dream is really a nightmare and you're caught

between fake and reality.

Open your hand and hold a piece of the moon.

It bites at your fingers like a bit of frost and claims

your soul for devouring.

See through yourself and wittness a murder hidden by the truth.

Trust in the day because it is the only thing

that can save you.

This place you call home is a bitter mouthfull of dirt.

Broken dishes on the floor from the

shattered plate of life.

Crickets burn in the flames, so feed

them to your enemies.

The teitch of a nerve; the spoken words of

the ones who cannot think,

Listen to the whispers that call

to you in the depths of sleep.

Bleed a bit of silence that

wears away the mind.

It's raining over your intellect

and intelligence floats away with

a cloud of grey.

Welcome to a sleep that you will

not awaken from. I claim you, you're mine!