In the midst of these crying walls past and presence formed,
yet memories were never kept alive.
If the were to, they'd swallow every bit of hope,
a day to see light rise.

Watch paint spread under the tyrian sky.
Feeding on ascending rays.
Carried by emotions. A day to be.
But inside was a thundering rage.

A merciless storm under tranquillized control.
Bearable silence until the unbearable awoke.
Lived in this nightmare, this prideless coffin,
buried below, but not below ground.

Between the cracks, observed a hopeless destiny.
The guardian, the lock, the detested lack of possibility.

Devouring effect.
Called beyond this life, beyond this god.
Screeches echoed in apathic surroundings,
only to reach who he didn't call.