Rivers of chaos disintegrate upon my arrival
All that remains are fragments of a tortured soul
I bend on one knee, picking it up caringly
And with a gust of wind it shatters away
The northern light's shine now glitters

I lay on the ground
Resting my head upon a puddle of blood
It gives me much comfort these days
This blood of faith soothes, as bloody faith flees
Where has it all gone away?

I hum my favorite tune
Drifting away to the land I love most
An ethereal plain of calming nothingness
A temporary mimic of escape
Only to give in to this world of misery, and awake...

Dreams of my past, my freedom
This is mental heresy
I hate this pressure of maturity
Yet welcome it with teeth clenched
Not as I once imagined it...

Not much left to do now
I pick myself up from my homey puddle
Letting out a sigh of depression
A false hope of resurrection
I'll have many more of these