The shadows dance listlessly around

The corners of derelict buildings

Their master sings the lullaby of darkness

Seducing the light, forcing it to fade

But in reality, it is all imaginary, unless we force it to believe

And pray the shadows do not cloud our mind's vision

But what control have we?

When we are only puppets connected to binding strings

Thin wires that are pulled by those who reside within darkness

In denial we think we are the puppeteer

However we have long ago been blinded against reality

Living in fantasy and madness

Until the end of time