Sitting there through insomniac nights,
Just waiting for the darkness to finish its meals.
Walking along with people shouting my name,
Whether it's a dream or a reality, it's all just the same.
A silent soul, a melting table,
A moving room, a wall unstable,
A colorful vision, A lonely soul,
The constant reminder of a warped mind,
Is kept hidden from the foe.
A little blood bath,
Is all that is needed,
To have a good long laugh,
When warnings go unheeded.