Luyện nghe bài hát Morphia

air of silence,
Breathes through the mist.
winds,
Ease these wounds.

As stale disappear,
Through pathways.
I am in but dreaming.

This annuls,
As drew slowly upon this wretch of life.

Weary sighs of condolence never did with zest,
The fire hands made to rest.

Swallow me sin,
This blood free through my veins.
my will through lascivious rite.

Delving realms,
As invites me to stay,
within flesh.

Casting at the puppets,
out their play.
Their wooden frames,
and splintered by their masters.

Crawling their minds' eye.

Those follow, reflect,
And do not become.

Not to be...Not to be...

Their words waste my here,
With their tones.
A to distract those whom wouldst live.

To create,
Not to serve.

I walk the shadows of the dead,
Thoughts bleeding the ether.

Into night.