Looking forward to the dusk,
Searching for former glory,
No darkness conceals the husk,
Hearing a different story.
The perception is flawed,
Unbecoming, the god,
Searching for what is concealed,
This dark obsession
Forced the opression
The fate is informally sealed.
A martyr alone,
Both eyes and mouth sewn,
The visage a complex lie.
Thoughts overflowing,
The weakness showing,
Raising a glass to the sky.
The wonder of not,
The truth being sought,
The archaic thought of old.
Slowly, weakness caught,
Tendrils left to rot,
Leaving the warmness for cold.
The connections unfurled,
Became the entire world,
Locked inside a homebuilt jail,
A lone hand against the rail.
Hidden in the line of sight,
The cell is losing its stars.
Giving up, losing the fight,
Shadow falls over the bars.
