A lonely, lost and scarred soul,
Wandering through a world of glass,
Along a barren street through a shadow world.
In an illusion that the monotonous whispers of sorrow has built around,
Sees the world through one-way windows,
Forgotten and isolated,
From reality.
Black light dominated the bleak, hazy sky,
In the rainy illusion that has become a world,
With walls of black hatred,
To keep everything living outside.
A world, hidden away from the corrupted eyes of the surrounding world,
Depraved, in a monotonous world of nightmares.
Wandering through a world of glass,
Along a barren street through a shadow world.
In an illusion that the monotonous whispers of sorrow has built around,
Sees the world through one-way windows,
Forgotten and isolated,
From reality.
Black light dominated the bleak, hazy sky,
In the rainy illusion that has become a world,
With walls of black hatred,
To keep everything living outside.
A world, hidden away from the corrupted eyes of the surrounding world,
Depraved, in a monotonous world of nightmares.