When The Darkness Falls
It’s colder now and seems somehow
more empty than before.
I wish I’d known the future then,
and what it held in store.
No longer is there will of heart
to venture form these walls,
and so I sit alone inside...
when the darkness falls.
Each stone hand crafted for the cause
to block away the pain.
The mortar mixed to guarantee
no feeling will remain.
A mist enshrouds the inner grounds,
with siren’s voice it calls.
To comfort as I drift within...
when the darkness falls.
A subtle shift and weightless drift
are all that’s left to feel.
No sign of any signs of life,
no sense of what is real.
Just drifting, drifting ever on
down never-ending halls.
Forever locked inside my head...
when the darkness falls.
